It was the last week of summer break before we had to head back to school and begin another school year of classes. I worked all of the previous school year and saved up quite a bit so that I could spend the entire summer traveling. I started in Mexico, went down to Guatemala, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia, Peru, and then Chile. I was going to finish in Argen...
After my first year at college I returned to my parents' home for the summer. Now, summer in Britain translates to about three hot weeks in June or July but as my home town was a coastal resort I found part-time work at the holiday camp on the outskirts of our town. The camp consisted of mobile homes and caravans, rented for periods of time with a central c...
School's out! School's out! Teachers let the monkey's out! That old familiar refrain that I remember yelling so many times on that last day of school, when it meant three months of wonderful vacation, no classes, no homework, no mean teachers getting in your face about something you supposedly had done, or hadn't done. It was a wonderful day, like no other...
"Who's ready for the best time of their lives!" Martin roars, and 250 people cheer in response. I add my voice to the throng, pumping my arms in the air and doing the most idiotic dance possible. A group of eleven-year olds, distracted from their cheering, eye me warily. "Give it a day or two guys, you'll be dancing right along with me." I say, smiling....
I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May and the horses would be dirty and wild. I realized that just catching the horses by myself was going to b...
Chapter 09 -- Backdoor Camping - - - Authors note - To anyone joining the story this late; 90% true is a mostly true to life recounting of some of the sexual escapades I had early in life. It is a chain story which has largely been group sex up to this point, but has dipped into other categories. This chapter is an example of that as the story starts wit...
The sand is soft and warm. I'm sitting on a heavy rope bondage frame, feet in the sand. It gets into my shoes. But its all right. It feels good. My coffee is in the sand. I'm tired of the camp duties that I just finished. I heard these guys were playing this evening, so I thought it'd be nice to sit in the sand and watch, just relaxing and drinking my coffee...
The Middle Fork of the Salmon River in Idaho is the best wilderness river trip in the lower 48. Flowing north through the Frank Church Wilderness for 100 miles, the scenery combined with world class fly fishing and whitewater excitement makes the Middle Fork a destination for people from all over the world. I rafted the Middle Fork for over twenty years, wi...
Once again edited by the incomparable wires. Without his help this story would not be nearly as readable. ***** Staff Sergeant (SSG) Thomas Eagle's eyes popped open at the unexpected startling sound. His heart was beating loudly as the noise dragged him from a deep sleep. He lay still for a moment, then groaned and grabbed his phone to shut off the alarm....
It was hot, the hottest summer I can remember and the result was everyone around me seemed cranky and restless. My friend Cathy had insisted I join her and a group of her friends from her dance class on a camping trip by a river up in the mountains. I didn't have any other plans and a respite from the incessant heat would be most welcome. Friday morning ca...