A couple of weekends ago I headed deep into the mountains with a group of friends to camp in the wild.
The first morning I heard a rustling sound off in the distance, a familiar labored breathing. I looked over and saw rhythmic movements and the stretching of hips.
A hot 20-something hippie was doing yoga – alone with nature. She’s one of the few in the group that I didn’t really know … yet.
That afternoon several of us went off on side-by-sides to play in the mud. One of them got stuck so all the dudes used their muscles to work it out.
That means I was pretty damn dirty (and things were about to get dirtier). Back at camp, I stripped down and cleaned off under a shower bag. The river was too cold and let’s be real, nobody wants shrinkage around their friends.
As I was finishing up, I looked up and realized the hippie was casually looking my way, which earned her a wink and a shake of my dink.