The Mirage

The skies above the Angeles Crest mountains grew dark, an unending dark, while a lone campfile raged, illuminating half of Horse Flats camp area. The fames' tips rose upon their demonic haunches, hissing, whipping, and breathing, thawing the young blase faces, who with their multi-hued complexions lolled around the campfire. Finally these boys, who were from every region of Southern California, could take a break and smile-some for the first time.