Walking is like cocaine. Seriously it is. It releases the same endorphins, and stimulates the same of the brain that makes you want to talk. Walking while talking makes you more open, and facilitates dialogue. If you are ever in an intense argument with someone, go for a walk together and immediately the energy will change.
When you hike a mountain with someone, not only are you high as fuck from the altitude, but also the walking. Of course on your way up it is hard to communicate because you are trying to breathe while also wondering why you went hiking in the first place, and if you even like hiking at all. Yet after you bask in the accomplishment of making it to the top, the hike down is prime opportunity for some epic conversations.
My friend Sasha recently came to visit me, and we went on adventure hiking up a mountain. On our way down, we did what any normal person would do – start talking about sex. For the majority of the hike we were the only ones on the trail, so by this point all our inhibitions melted away as we got intimate – in the discussion… not with each other you pervert.
We were going on and on about past experiences, fantasies, likes, dislikes – totally oblivious to the world around us. Now, the way were were traversing down the mountain was in the following positioning. I was in front, while Sasha was behind – revealing herself as I was taking it all in. Wait… stop begin so gross. I meant she was talking and I was listening.
Just as Sasha was exposing one of the most personal private parts… of her story you sicko… I saw a man coming towards us.
He was the quintessential white, New England hiker. I am pretty sure he is the type of dude who chops wood to warm his cabin at night, reads Thoreau with a warm glass of whisky on a whicker chair, and the only time he has ever talked about his feelings is when he said “see you later” to his dad on his death bead. This was not a man who seemed to be in touch with his emotions, nor would he ever share any personal details about his life beyond what brand of wool socks keeps you most warm once wet with morning dew. He was wearing his hiking boots, shorts, plaid shirt, a back pack with water, and sun hat. He was that guy.
We made eye contact through the trees, and I wanted to communicate to Sasha that this man was coming – but I didn’t know how… I just kept walking forward and letting her talk, sort of thinking everything was going to be okay because she must have seen him too right? The Preppy Hiker kept walking towards us, and could hear everything that was coming out of Sasha’s hole…. in her face you horny toad!
Sasha: Every time I have been in a situation where people are having sex right in front of me I get super turned on. I just really get off on watching other people fuck.
Right as Sasha uttered that last word – she looked up and saw the hiker.
White New England Hiker: Uhhhhh… Don’t mind me….
That was pretty much the best moment of all of our lives.