Reflections Pyramid Lake can be a dark and lonely place at night. I could tell you lots of stories about it if you had the time. I think you probably have time for this one. And as an extra added bonus, this one's even true.... I used to laugh at all those stories about something being in the water, something bad, didn't you??? The way the water is supposed to upend every now and again, spilling centuries-old debris back onto the shore....the Running Man, who races cars at night along the black and empty road that leads away from the lake, the Pyramid itself. Those stories your big brother would tell you while you were camping, staring out into that black water while a mist fell over the lake, while you tried to make out what might be lurking on that big old rock out there, what might be.....looking back? One fine Halloween my buddy and I went out there, with a cooler full of brew and the radio cranked up all the way. Night fell, and Joe and me got really toasted, really stupid. We had the lake all to ourselves and the little boat we were on felt like a yacht. We were in the middle of Indian summer, and it was still warm. Warm enough to swim. "There's something out there on that rock, man," said Joe. "Something moving around." "Bird, maybe," I said. "Like hell," he said. "Too big to be a bird." I looked. Joe was right, there was something out there, and it wasn't any bird, but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. We got into a really big, stupid fight over it, the way best friends will. I killed off another can. My sixth. "Look. Tell you what," I said, weaving just a bit, "I'm gonna swim out there and find out what's crawling around. Fifty bucks says it's a bird." I started stripping down to my skivvies. (more) |
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