When we got a ways up the canyon I was finally able to find a good
spot to stop away from the other campers and family get-togethers and
turned this wild woman loose into nature. I told my friend we needed
to get the booze out of the first place that we would have to open in
the even to getting pulled over, the glove box; and put it in the
second place they would look, the trunk. We did that while our long
lost friend was gallivanting and prancing while singing quite loudly.
When we had made the switch we took her down to a little place across
the river where we liked to camp and hang out because it was
relatively secluded from the rest of the basically vertical canyon.
While we were crossing the river she said that she wanted to go
skinny dipping which actually seemed like a reasonable plan given her
excitable state and the current sweltering heat. What she didn't know
was that the water was extremely cold snow runoff and was super
wicked painfully frigid. She was determined to get in so she ignored
my warnings and headed on down the hill taking off her shirt on the
way. She was now half naked having left her bra in the car and she
started working on her socks and shoes. Any reasonable young man of
my age would have been thanking the hormone gods at this point but
all I could think about was that the stream was about 30' from the
road and it was a little obscured by the brush but anyone coming up
or down the road would only have to venture a peak and we would be
busted. At this point of being in a fleeting youthful moment of
seeing a half naked and headed nakeder young lady I was anxious about
how I would explain to how it came to be that I was up the canyon
with a drunk naked girl with booze in the car. I didn't think they
would buy the whole 'I had know idea what I was getting into story'
even though it was actually the truth. My friend was not helping
either he had started to disrobe and was quickly down to his unders
and she had thankfully stopped there as well. They were both trying
the water while I tired to weigh my options they were giggling,
splashing and exclaiming in what I considered a very over the radar
fashion for only being a few feet from the only road up and down the
canyon which had a couple of cars already drive by while we had been
down in the stream. I compromised by taking off my shoes and shirt
but leaving on my shorts to meet them half way and still look like
the least culpable one when we were found out. My friend and this
girl were cavorting and she seemed to be completely unashamed which
was a massive departure for me from the girls that I usually had to
work up to a little making out. I honestly didn't know what a
aspiring cool guy like me was supposed to do. What I did do was
complain about how cold it was and that I wanted to put my clothes
back on to try and set the precedent. It didn't work quickly enough
for my taste so I put my shirt and shoes back on and went up the away
from the road bank and told the shameless ones that I was going to
start a fire so we could get warm. And that is what I did.
