Into the Great White Northern

I'm leaving for Alaska in just about an hour now, so there won't be any new stories for a while. I'm going to try and write on the plane, and possibly in my tent at night but I don't have very high hopes for it; its very difficult for me to write well now without a computer to instantly revise. Anyways...

Here is the beginning of a story. I'm not going to finish it, but I think it would be really cool if everyone added to it and we could all see where it went. Write however much you feel and just leave it in the comments...

The sun was still just visible over the expanse of evergreens shimmering lightly in the distance, the afternoon rain casting a glistening sheet over the grassy waves of the Hillsboro Country Club. Silhouetted against the dying light and slouched beside an overturned golf cart sat three figures, their shadows a sparkling haze across the 18th green. The middle figure bobbed unsteadily and slumped across the shoulder of his leftmost companion as a small glass object slipped noiselessly from inside his palm. The rightmost figure raised his hand to his face, and nodded, as a bright flash rent the air beyond the clubhouse...

Also -

If I get eaten by a bear and don't make it back, thanks everyone for being in my life