Women who hike

tortoise said:

Yes, getting temporarily lost can be daunting. It doesn't happen often, though. I'm glad that you didn't let that dissuade you from doing it again. You just need a better guide.

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They gave us a little guide map when we entered the hiking area.

Alas I am not good at reading maps but my friend is ... she just got confused a tad ...

I will probably doing some light hiking come summer time.

thør said:

I might pick up a pair, someday.

I've seen people on the trails that have no idea how to properly use poles. They make more work for themselves.

The local muni offers classes in "nordic walking", i.e. walking with poles. It's for people who've never nordic skied.

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It seems to be pretty popular as a fitness program in Europe, though I don't know about here. I never really bothered with poles on dayhikes, but am completely sold after backpacking with them. Definitely saves the knees.

Collette said:

It seems to be pretty popular as a fitness program in Europe, though I don't know about here. I never really bothered with poles on dayhikes, but am completely sold after backpacking with them. Definitely saves the knees.

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Some poles that could combo as alpine snowshoeing poles would be nice.

Collette said:

It seems to be pretty popular as a fitness program in Europe, though I don't know about here. I never really bothered with poles on dayhikes, but am completely sold after backpacking with them. Definitely saves the knees.

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For dayhikes, I only use them on really rugged terrain. Lots of boulders and the like.

But yes, they are a must for backpacking.

(I'm working on the ending.)

Collette said:

Me, too. Ultralite Ti Luau...

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You can see my Super Makalus in this picture:

http://tortle.com/lit3/round/IMG_2628.jpg

tortoise said:

For dayhikes, I only use them on really rugged terrain. Lots of boulders and the like.

But yes, they are a must for backpacking.

(I'm working on the ending.)

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Yes, I have an aversion to the idea of losing balance and tipping over backwards strapped into a fully loaded pack. Not so much from the risk of injury, but the humiliation of flailing around like a bug.

tortoise said:

You can see my Super Makalus in this picture:

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Ok, this statement made me laugh. All the women not familiar with Leki were scrolling down like mad!

I seldom hike using poles, really depends on the terrrain. I always use them when I snowshoe, crosscountry ski and other snow stuff.

Collette said:

Ok, this statement made me laugh. All the women not familiar with Leki were scrolling down like mad!

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Hah! You are pretty damn adorable, you know that?

Collette said:

Ok, this statement made me laugh. All the women not familiar with Leki were scrolling down like mad!

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No I wasn't!
Okay, I was. But, jeez...

Collette said:

Yes, I have an aversion to the idea of losing balance and tipping over backwards strapped into a fully loaded pack. Not so much from the risk of injury, but the humiliation of flailing around like a bug.

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I rarely see someone flailing around after falling backward with a fully loaded pack. Could you take a picture if that ever happens to you?

Delicacy said:

No I wasn't!
Okay, I was. But, jeez...

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Hey! you went colour!!

daylightwarrior said:

Hey! you went colour!!

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Isn't she sizzling?..

thør said:

Isn't she sizzling?..

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I'm even more blushed now. Dang you, Thør.

Delicacy said:

I'm even more blushed now. Dang you, Thør.

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I call them as I see 'em.

tortoise said:

Hah! You are pretty damn adorable, you know that?

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Thank you

Delicacy said:

No I wasn't!
Okay, I was. But, jeez...

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It's ok. His Super Makalus are hard to resist!

daylightwarrior said:

I rarely see someone flailing around after falling backward with a fully loaded pack. Could you take a picture if that ever happens to you?

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Warning: Any witnesses in the vicinity with cameras are going down with me.

She starts to lower her shorts. Slowly. Inch by tantalizing inch, revealing the luscious hemispheres of her ass to my eyes. To the lens. Click. Click.

Drip. Drip. I'm so focused on her flesh that I see them splash on her ass cheeks before I even feel them. Fat drops of rain. Fuck. My camera.

Without a word, without taking my eyes off of her more than strictly necessary, I move to place the camera in the tent. Zip it closed. Protected. But no more images. Fuck.

She's not stopping, unfazed by the rain. Fabric still sliding. Revealing. Exposing. I should ask her if she wants to stop. Adjourn to my tent. Fuck her senseless to the crescendoing rhythm of the rain.

Fuck that. It's a warm rain. And look at her. Look at the drops cascading down her flesh. So fucking beautiful. The slow tease of it. This girl. She knows exactly how to drive me wild. Instinctive.

I open my mouth to speak, to tell her how beautiful she is, but no words come out. We've moved beyond words. I move closer. Close enough to touch. Aching to touch. To take. Mine.

But I don't. Not yet. This part of the dance isn't over yet. As her entire ass is revealed in all its glory, she yanks her shorts and panties down. Off. Glancing back over her shoulder. Watching me, watching her. Her hands slide wetly over her glistening, gyrating ass. Fuck. My eyes dart to hers, then back to her ass, unable to leave it. Devouring it, every detail.

She bends at the waist. Leans against a tree. Legs straight. Hands cupping her dripping ass. Squeezing. Kneading. Her small hands doing what my large hands want to do. Ass grinding, small tight circles. Dancing. Gyrating. Fuck. Can't breathe. It's only through sheer force of will that I am able to keep from reaching. Clutching. Taking. Fuck.

Her eyes are narrowed. Almost closed. As I fumble for my belt, though, they get wide. Pleading. Soft animal moan from her lips. I should tease her, but I can't. Too far gone for such niceties. Unbuckle. Unbutton. Unzip. Yank them off. Cock springing. Jutting. Taut. Frantically yanking my shirt off. Tossing aside, who cares where.

Her moans take on a plaintive tone. Please, her moans say. Please. Now.

As our fucklust builds in intensity, so does the rain. Pelting us now. Pouring. Drenching. Stinging her naked ass and lower back. My shoulders. Rivulets running, cooling our flushed skin, connecting the humming nerve endings.

With a growl and a hard convulsive shiver, I reach for her. Electric contact. Still contained, though. Just touching, not taking. Trembling. Sliding over her wet ass. Feeling. Investigating. Fingers traveling the path my eyes took. Wet globes. Warm crevice. Lower. Oh fuck. A different wetness. Slick. Slightly viscous. Fuck. Sliding in. Just a fingertip. Soft. Wet. Hot. Mine. Mine.

I withdraw. Pause. She moans. Pleading. Breathless. I move closer. Cock brushing the back of her thigh. Wet velvety cocktip. Wet thigh. Her thighs part. Ass arching. Begging now. Please.

Withraw again. Just then, I am struck by the feel of the cool rain pelting my hard cock. I can practically feel the drops steaming. Driving rain. An extension of our fucklust. Conduit for our hunger. We're not touching, but the rain is connecting us.

Moving in. Tip of my wet cock pressing. Poised. She pushes back, not even meaning to. Involuntary. Aching to be filled. My hand grip her waist, firmly. Hold her steady. Not yet. Holding here, just at her opening. Just the tip, pressing into her. Feel the rain, connecting. Running down her slit, mixing with her nectar, coating my cockhead. Dripping. Wet. Hot. Where does the rain stop and her juice begin? They are one and the same. The storm is our lust. Feeds our lust. Fed by our lust. Holding until the last possible moment, until I can't take it any more, until I have to be inside her...

Firm, hard, deep plunge, just as a bolt of lightning flashes overhead.

OMG...*melts*

ok...THAT made me extremely squirmy, I think I need to do something about this...

So. Yeah. I guess the moral of the story is: hiking feeds my fucklust.

Rain also makes my nerve endings hum. So, combine the two, and... yeah.

Delicious day.

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Thank you, my friend. Inches is another of my hiking staples, along with Remain in Light. The manic energy feeds the burn.

You good?

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IndieSnob said:

Yep, things are slowly getting better.

Got accepted into the University that I wanted into, and received a $9,000 scholarship per year for two years.

I've been on a real ROME written upside down kick again, for some reason.

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Hey, congrats!

In other news, I really dig the new Twilight Sad. Great thick sound, and the lead singer's thick brogue kicks my ass.

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