There were some.

     It had already been that night.  That night when we'd passed around the keepers.  Everyone participating had signed up for no sex "and no kissing," a woman with asthma made worse by low key fireworks and campfires of "wish sticks" and her eyes on one man since childhood said and blamed her watery browns on the air pollutants. 

     Someone handed back a copy of Animal Dreams.  "This was new.". The copy looked like the Lonely Bear's jeans that hadn't come off, not even once, to be laundered.  "Is he just into not bathing?" More than one girl had asked.  "The PR says, 'He didn't want to take a single quarter from the Forest Worker Fund.'"  A tech-know-how but not wanting to become a machine part of Le Machine grinding us up, he'd ridden a motorbike on the thinning and widening lines between fact and fiction since he'd come to the mountains and held the line of neutrality.  "New word for us hoss," other men had held the lines of sides.  There hadn't been a topic that hadn't come up.

  "THERE'S A WAR ON!!!!" The youngest of potential new bi-plane operators cupped his mouth and shouted like a newsie.  "Yah, on my sobriety."  A couple sat upright in the backseat of a convertible antique car.  The young man rubbing his temples and the young woman rubbing her neck.  "We've got to get back to Etowah."  

     "WHOSE DRIVING?  I'LL DO IT!" More still-a-boy pulled his goggle glasses down and adjusted his ascot.  "You're such a whore," a tall, tall guy in a sweater and shirt, tight pants, and black leather gloves looked down at the young woman and said.  "Because I picked up a sack of airmail?"  She waved him away like he was a burning piece of toast smell.  He put his hands on his hips and told a barely awake campsite, "It's been real and it's been fun, but it ain't been real fun."  

     A tent door was violently kicked then shaken open from inside.  "FUCK OFF MATE." 

     "Why's that?" 

     "Because I fucking said so."  There was a quiet like in a group dinner conversation.  Then, "All right, ALL RIGHT, I will.  Don't you dare call me mate, jerk."  He took off one glove and smacked it against the open palm of the other.