The Badlands Hike - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Badlands Hike - Part 1

... Finally, the towering cliffs broke open, and I could see the water cut across the land just at the bottom of a small hill. The river ran brown and muddy through the shrub land. My legs ached after eight hours of hiking. My shins felt tight as I came down the slope. Once I got closer, I could see the stream had carved out a small arroyo into the landscape, and there were sandy banks and small trees just over the edge. I climbed down the ten-foot embankment once I found an easy foothold, and decided to set up camp. I noticed a small clearing between two trees and laid down a tarp to add an extra layer between the ground and me. Next was the tent. It said it was for two, but it was plenty snug with just myself inside. After arranging a few more odds and ends, I set about collecting some firewood. An hour later, the fire crackled as the sun sank in tones of muted pink below the western horizon. I heated some meat over the fire and sat on a log as the flesh crackled and spit. The smoky aroma filtered through the air. The clouds parted during the evening, revealing a starry sky with no moon. The thousands of little points of light twinkled at me as my fire ran low. I gazed up at the nearest butte; all I could see was its black silhouette against the starry sky. After making sure the fire was completely extinguished, I retired to my tent. * The second day dawned cool and clear. A small layer of dew clung to the outside of my tent. The bright yellow sun was already up in the blue ...

... sky, and I heard birds chirping near the stream. I quickly packed camp and slung my pack over my shoulders before setting off again. I hoped to cover at least twenty-five miles by the end of the day. My first task was to cross the brook in front of me. It wasn't too deep, but it was wide, and a ford was not immediately apparent. Not wanting to risk a good pair of dry socks, I decided to throw some small boulders into the water to make some steps across. Minutes later, and I was on the other side. I had left the towering basalt cliffs behind me. Ahead was mile after mile of gently rolling grassland. The stalks rose all the way to my shoulders, and the trail narrowed as the grass encroached from both sides. I felt the tall grasses swish against my shoulders as I plodded on. The grass blocked my views to the side, and I could only see a hundred feet ahead of me. It felt like I was walking through a canyon of grass, unable to go any direction but forward. Up ahead I could see a tree rise, leafy and green, from the top of a distant hill. I decided to try to make it there before taking a break. Once I had reached it, I lowered my pack and took a generous gulp of water. I'd need to find another stream or river before nightfall to replenish my supply. Looking back towards the expansive grasslands behind me, I noticed the same red dot from the previous day. It was coming down the trail through the tall grass, and today it looked closer. Only a mile or two behind me at the most. Not ...