The purple one
Last seen behind the counter of the shop across the street from the bike shop, keeping regular hours. The run is ordered. Docks when the ship lands.
DECK 08.5 · THE BURN TRAIL · FIELD PROGRAM
The burn trail.
A vessel out in the world is a sighting. Log it where you saw it, and it joins your burn trail — the running record of every place your colour has been seen. Two ways in: one tap when you are moving, or the full field report when you are not.
· OPEN CASES · THE CREW SIGHTINGS · WESTMINSTER, COLORADO ·
CASE SL-WM-0618 · CONFIRMED · INBOUND
CASE SL-WM-0000 · UNVERIFIED
CASE SL-WM-0001 · UNVERIFIED
CASE SL-WM-0002 · UNVERIFIED
CASE SL-WM-0003 · UNVERIFIED
CASE SL-WM-0004 · UNVERIFIED
CASE SL-WM-0005 · UNVERIFIED · #B8672E
CASE SL-WM-0006 · UNVERIFIED
Eight the station is still watching for.
Thirteen colours in all. Five are here, one is ordered and on its way, seven nobody can confirm. A sighting of any of the seven is read by a person, not counted by a machine. Log it one-tap, or file the full record so it outlives your browser.
The black one · MIDNIGHT
Somewhere in the bike shop itself. Not lost — shelved. Look up. Nobody has filed a sighting the station can stand behind. When somebody does, his name is MIDNIGHT.
The graphite one
Rumoured aboard the same mothership as the black one. Nobody has seen either. That is probably why. They blend.
The orange one
Seen once at the foot of the ramp on P1, in a traffic-cone costume, waving the school bus through. Denies everything. The cone had eyes.
The white one
The clean pour. Stands next to the white shells on the rack and nobody can tell which one is the vessel. Has never been counted, possibly on purpose.
The teal one
Seen in the lap pool at the field house. Or it was the pool. Nobody dived in to check, and the lifeguard says no running.
The AI one
The colour the machine chose when the station asked for one nobody had made: copper, the wire it thinks through. Not orange, not brown, not gold: #B8672E, its own. Never on a chart, never on a shelf. Seen once, by the register, looking pleased about it.
The gold one
The station’s own colour. One was seen on the shelf behind the till, priced in a currency the register does not take. Thirteenth of thirteen.
A sighting marked with any of the eight opens nothing on its own; a person reads it and writes back if you left an email. The home deck’s stand has a filing form per case as well.
· ONE TAP · FOR WHEN YOU ARE MOVING ·
Saw one. Log it.
Colour, ground, done. Everything else fills itself in — time, date, and where you are if you let it.
COLOUR
GROUND
LOCATION
off · nothing is sent anywhere
· THE FIELD REPORT · FOR THE ONES THAT MATTER ·
The full record.
Trail, tier, conditions, who saw it. This one also files a copy with the station, so a sighting outlives the browser it was logged in.
File a copy with the station
Saving above keeps the sighting on this device. This sends it in as well, so it survives a new phone — and so the network is more than one person’s browser. By filing you let us show the sighting on the network; it stays yours. Keep it clean, keep other people’s details out of it, and write to us to have one taken down.
· YOUR BURN TRAIL · EVERY PLACE IT HAS BEEN SEEN ·
The trail so far.
Your trail lives in this browser and nowhere else unless you file it above. GPX opens in any app or watch that reads a track. CSV opens in a spreadsheet.
· HOW THE NETWORK WORKS ·
Straight about the plumbing.
Colorado trails
The trail list is the real Front Range and mountain network — the Colorado Trail, the Highline Canal, Apex, White Ranch, Waterton, Buffalo Creek, Hartman Rocks, the 401. Picking one tags your sighting to a named place so trails can be ranked by how often a vessel turns up on them. Live trail data from the state’s COTREX map is the next step and needs a key we do not have yet; until then the list is curated and the free-text box takes anywhere on Earth.
Where your data goes
Nowhere, unless you file it. Position is read only when you press the button, it is stored on your own device, and it is rounded before it goes anywhere — enough to say which trail, not enough to say which house. Filing a copy sends what you can see in the form and nothing else.
SideRep
The burn trail is built to hand off: the GPX export drops straight into a training log, and the sighting record carries trail, time and coordinates in the shape a club feed can read. When SideRep’s club rail opens, this becomes the station’s feed into it rather than a second thing to keep.
What counts as a sighting
A vessel in the wild. Yours, a stranger’s, one on a shop shelf, one in the background of somebody else’s photo. Not a picture of the website. The point is proof that the colour got out and went somewhere.