Hrm well last weekend i went on a hiking trip to the lake district with two of my friends. There was three days of hiking and camping which was pretty cool. Suprisingly we didnt have too many arguments about where the fuck we were either.
There was one pretty hairy moment though on the second day. We had been hiking since 8:30am and seen absolutely no one since we had left the camp. No cars on the country roads at the start and no one still as ascended the first mountain. It was pouring with rain and as we almost reached the top of "the great dodd" fog/ clouds came across out of no where. Visability was about 5m. We were about 50 metres from the top when two hikers randomly appeared ahead of us and then dissapeared just as quickly when they went passed. We said "hi" to each other as we passed but i swear they werent real.
We were on a high after realising we werent the only people in the universe and eventually reached the top. When we got there, there was nothing. just a big flat space of land that seemed to go on and on. We soon realised that we hadnt a clue where the path went and spinning around in circless wasnt a good idea, After a bit we found the cairn (pile of rocks at the top marking the summit) and we jumped up and down on it taking pictures. By then it was gale force winds and an insanely cold temperature. Every strap on our hiking bags were whipping us to bits and one my friends just started freaking out. Our emotions were all over the place and if hes not in control he cant handle it. So i slapped him about a bit as we sheltered behind some rocks, took a compass reading and saved us all. THE END.
well not really but thats the most interesting part of the trip. except on the first day when i climbed out of the tent in the middle of the night for a piss and climbed back into my sleeping bag asking if anyone had walked in any shit (except it was me and i had walked into it bare foot and got it in my sleeping bag). Or the next day when i woke up, emerged from my tent, and checked out the showers at the camp site with my friend. I noticed something was moving by feet in the shower and shouted to my friend "I DONT THINK IM ALONE IN HERE". I naturally feared the worse and bent down and picked it up. I studied it closely.. I squashed it in my fingers.. sniffed it.. and realised yep some one had shat in the shower. So i dropped it by my feet and carried on showering
After those events i developed a stong bond with the fantastic friendly stuff and couldnt stop throwing sheep poo at my friends 
There was one pretty hairy moment though on the second day. We had been hiking since 8:30am and seen absolutely no one since we had left the camp. No cars on the country roads at the start and no one still as ascended the first mountain. It was pouring with rain and as we almost reached the top of "the great dodd" fog/ clouds came across out of no where. Visability was about 5m. We were about 50 metres from the top when two hikers randomly appeared ahead of us and then dissapeared just as quickly when they went passed. We said "hi" to each other as we passed but i swear they werent real.
We were on a high after realising we werent the only people in the universe and eventually reached the top. When we got there, there was nothing. just a big flat space of land that seemed to go on and on. We soon realised that we hadnt a clue where the path went and spinning around in circless wasnt a good idea, After a bit we found the cairn (pile of rocks at the top marking the summit) and we jumped up and down on it taking pictures. By then it was gale force winds and an insanely cold temperature. Every strap on our hiking bags were whipping us to bits and one my friends just started freaking out. Our emotions were all over the place and if hes not in control he cant handle it. So i slapped him about a bit as we sheltered behind some rocks, took a compass reading and saved us all. THE END.
well not really but thats the most interesting part of the trip. except on the first day when i climbed out of the tent in the middle of the night for a piss and climbed back into my sleeping bag asking if anyone had walked in any shit (except it was me and i had walked into it bare foot and got it in my sleeping bag). Or the next day when i woke up, emerged from my tent, and checked out the showers at the camp site with my friend. I noticed something was moving by feet in the shower and shouted to my friend "I DONT THINK IM ALONE IN HERE". I naturally feared the worse and bent down and picked it up. I studied it closely.. I squashed it in my fingers.. sniffed it.. and realised yep some one had shat in the shower. So i dropped it by my feet and carried on showering
After those events i developed a stong bond with the fantastic friendly stuff and couldnt stop throwing sheep poo at my friends VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
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