by McCannster » Tue Sep 21, 2010 3:50 pm
by rpc » Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:00 pm
by billisfree » Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:30 pm
by fatdad » Tue Sep 21, 2010 8:31 pm
by kamil » Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:17 pm
After the moonset everything takes weird colours and shapes. Lichens on the rock look like some black monstrous creepy-crawlies. I still get this wacky impression that there’s someone third with us. Perhaps it’s just a figment of my half-asleep imagination. I shiver... brrr, bloody cold. Jumping and moving my arms, I try to warm up. I can’t discern the rock face from the valley below us. There is no more light visible at Gusinje and Plav, maybe just some pale afterglow. In Grbaja I can see two bright lights next to each other. Our Eko-katun perhaps? The Plough has travelled a long way across the sky, only the Pole Star sticks to her place, as if she wanted to give us back some sense of reality.
- How long till dawn?
- Not much, about an hour.
- Know any other spoonerism?
- Pheasant plucker’s cunning stunt.
by dadndave » Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:37 pm
by fatdad » Tue Sep 21, 2010 10:37 pm
Dingus Milktoast wrote:I seem to recall something about that 3rd'un dad. Maybe I'm mixing it up with something else. Partner recover ok?
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