Mom and I had planned a great 2 week vacation in the winter beauty of the backcountry in Canada. I arrived the week before to get in some winter camping which I had missed so much in the past years. I used to camp in a tent in the snow, but this time I had towed a small camper trailer, and spent the days hiking and enjoying the winter wonder land. The cold air was invigorating and I loved it. I slept with the camper windows open, using only the sleeping bag for warmth. Mom was to fly up on Saturday and I would pick her up at the airport. I decided to leave the camper at the camp site for the airport drive since the camp site was in between the airport and our Bed and Breakfast location. I would pick it up on our way back. I picked my Mother up at the airport and we drove back to my camp site to pick up the camper trailer.
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This started recently before I finished high school. Hiking, mountain climbing, biking…Things I could do by myself. I really enjoyed hiking alone for days in the wilderness. A 2 or 3 day hike in the mountains was one of my favorites. For my graduation gift my mom was giving me a 2 week hike in the Rockies. To prep for this adventure I shopped for weeks to get all the gear I would need and to ensure I had everything I needed I decided to setup camp in the backyard. The weekend finally came and I started setting up my camp to make sure I had everything. Mom stopped by to visit as she was on her way to our in ground pool to get some sun to see if there was anything else I needed. She looked a little sad as I had never been away from home for 2 full weeks and she was already hinting that maybe the 2 weeks away may be too much.
Sex stories, incest , Mom and son drunk in camping.. Paul stuffed the last of the camping gear into the back of the little blue Volvo. It had started off as a grand multi-family adventure, with their all of their neighbors and friends going along, but life, as it will, intervened. There were all kinds of last minute business and family emergencies. Paul and his best friend, Richard Jones, had made plans for jet skiing, rock climbing, portable video games and all kinds of other stuff. It was supposed to be an epic last big weekend before his friend left for college.
Mom and I walked back to the campsite through the woods in a hurried fashion — still nearly naked. Mom walked in front of me but I felt too guilty to admire the view. As we appeared from the woods on to the campsite, we could see dad facing away from us and unpacking our things.