Disgusted with their silly driver the gang heads off with bags and belongings up the narrow trail. Freddie was the leader and remembering letters from his Sister's notes pointed the way.
"Come on this way, the base camp is two miles ahead and a half mile straight up!" yelled Freddie.
All looked up into the cloud rimmed mountains and shuddered to think of the climb ahead.
As the cab turned around the driver gave one last look and then quickly spend back toward town. It was Velma which sighted the dust trail coming from the chicken cab and driver. Pointing out the clouds of dust all had one last chance to grumble.
The climb was just that as the road went around the mountain's edge, but the trail was rock strewn and slippery of rain soaked mud. It was in the first hour when Daphne called out and pointed at a small herd of wild mountain goats.
Atlast the rising smoke of base camp could be seen in the distance and all felt a bit more relaxed. As they neared the camp they heard some heavy groaning as if someone was in pain. Freddie and Jarett ran ahead willing to help the pour soul if only they could.
Their trail opened quickly to show the maker of those heavy sounds. A dappled gray stallion was hard and heavy hung over the rear of a jenny mule. The stud was buried deep into the mule's vagina and was huffing with each wonderous stroke. As Freddie approached the corral fence the stallion rather casually turned to look his way.
Suddenly the dappled gray stud raised it's head and let loose a screaming whinny. Instantly it began to try and work his way off the jenny as if embarressed by Freddie's full view. The jenny had other ideas as she was delighted in her mates depth and feel. A mighty grip she had on her lover and with his engorged size she held him in sound and tight.
"Damn, I never thought a stallion would give a rip shit care if someone watched him do his thing!" said Jarett with a smile.
Freddie and Jarett turned back and joined the gang for that last short climb to base camp.