The Cusp

I'm in college, but not in class. Just goofing off, when the dean or guy in charge comes to find me. He tells me they're kicking me out of school, for several reasons, chief among them being my grades. I'm a little shocked, but then again, I can't even remember the last time I was in class. I gather up my belongings from the building, of which there are a surprising amount, and leave.

On my way home, I see some people swimming at the whirlpool. It looks awesome, and I really want to join them, but I don't want to leave my stuff unattended. I figure I'll head home and drop it off first, but then I see a bunch of guys tubing at night, with torches and bonfires all along the river. My stuff can wait, this is too cool.

I head over and there are some people fishing. I talk to them, and one of them is using what looks like a giant wine glass as a bobber. When a fish bites, it tilts the glass over.

I absolutely HATE dreams where I'm worried about my possessions. really gets in the way of a good time.

Met some good old boys at the rapids down by the Bonnechere caves this summer. They told me they have night parties where they light bonfires all long the sides of the river for night swimming. The idea really took hold in my mind.