Ray Dario
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2000
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Wow! I've just got back from two weeks up in the mountains and it was fantastic. Just what I needed to air out my mind and set my soul right with the world again!
There is absolutely nothing like being alone at 12,000 feet in the Rocky Mountains to cleanse the soul and free the spirit. Even with the haze of smoke that covered the sky most of the time, the stars were clearer and brighter there than they could ever be out on the plains.
Even though I do this two or three times a year (depending on if I can get away or not) it never fails to lift me up and make me feel whole again!
The real reason I made this post was to tell a little story that you guy's might find interesting.
Three day's into my trip I was up at Bear Lake (the southern one just west of Trinidad not the northern one up west of Boulder) My tent was pitched and I'd spent the whole day hiking around, taking pictures of flowers and the little stream that runs down to the lakes up there. So back at the camp I got out my laptop, thinking I would use my cell phone to log onto the internet and check my email from work and such but I was out of range and my cell phone wouldn't connect! Damn the bad luck huh! (NOT!)
Anyway this couple from a nearby campsite saw me playing with my laptop and came over. I guess they just felt the old human instinct to interrupt someone if you see them doing something (shug). Anyway, they said that they had noticed me the day before (don't worry this doesn't turn into a sex story) and that I hadn't cooked anything. They wondered if I was hungry. I don't eat a lot when I'm on one of my sabbaticals and I don't like company either but they seemed like a couple of okay kids (late 20's) so I didn't threaten them or immediatly castrate the man, although that was my first instinct.
To make a long story short(er) we got to talking and I told them, in hopes that they would get the hint and fuck off, that I was writing. They didn't get the hint and asked me what I was writing. Well they looked like nice prim and proper people so I told them I wrote porn stories for a free web site.
The girl just grinned at me and asked me if I'd ever heard of Literotica. That just about floored me. We talked for a couple more hours. They hadn't read any of my stories, but said they would when they got back home to Kansas.
After that I put my laptop up and didn't even try to log in or write again. The last thing I wanted was to give someone else an excuse to come into my camp and talk to me. That is the only bad thing about San Isabel, they won't let you do wild camping so you are forced to be around other people way to damn much, but this was an interesting encounter.
Well I just thought I'd share that with you.
By the way Quin, if you read this, they were big fan's of your "Forbidden Pleasures" series. If I'd claimed to be you I might have gotten laid, ugly and nasty as I am. But I didn't.
Ray
There is absolutely nothing like being alone at 12,000 feet in the Rocky Mountains to cleanse the soul and free the spirit. Even with the haze of smoke that covered the sky most of the time, the stars were clearer and brighter there than they could ever be out on the plains.
Even though I do this two or three times a year (depending on if I can get away or not) it never fails to lift me up and make me feel whole again!
The real reason I made this post was to tell a little story that you guy's might find interesting.
Three day's into my trip I was up at Bear Lake (the southern one just west of Trinidad not the northern one up west of Boulder) My tent was pitched and I'd spent the whole day hiking around, taking pictures of flowers and the little stream that runs down to the lakes up there. So back at the camp I got out my laptop, thinking I would use my cell phone to log onto the internet and check my email from work and such but I was out of range and my cell phone wouldn't connect! Damn the bad luck huh! (NOT!)
Anyway this couple from a nearby campsite saw me playing with my laptop and came over. I guess they just felt the old human instinct to interrupt someone if you see them doing something (shug). Anyway, they said that they had noticed me the day before (don't worry this doesn't turn into a sex story) and that I hadn't cooked anything. They wondered if I was hungry. I don't eat a lot when I'm on one of my sabbaticals and I don't like company either but they seemed like a couple of okay kids (late 20's) so I didn't threaten them or immediatly castrate the man, although that was my first instinct.
To make a long story short(er) we got to talking and I told them, in hopes that they would get the hint and fuck off, that I was writing. They didn't get the hint and asked me what I was writing. Well they looked like nice prim and proper people so I told them I wrote porn stories for a free web site.
The girl just grinned at me and asked me if I'd ever heard of Literotica. That just about floored me. We talked for a couple more hours. They hadn't read any of my stories, but said they would when they got back home to Kansas.
After that I put my laptop up and didn't even try to log in or write again. The last thing I wanted was to give someone else an excuse to come into my camp and talk to me. That is the only bad thing about San Isabel, they won't let you do wild camping so you are forced to be around other people way to damn much, but this was an interesting encounter.
Well I just thought I'd share that with you.
By the way Quin, if you read this, they were big fan's of your "Forbidden Pleasures" series. If I'd claimed to be you I might have gotten laid, ugly and nasty as I am. But I didn't.
Ray
