An Encounter with Nature We were in the Rocks. Don't ask why though, 'cause I'm not entirely sure I'll have a good answer. We were shoving each other around on the path, which was actually a pretty terrible thing to be doing near the top of a friggin' mountain. Did I mention that the Rocks are pretty ironically named? I think it serves well to be mentioned. But still. That's where we were and what we were doing. And then, of course, I realised I had to take the mother of all pisses. It made sense, really. Like any good hiker, I had been drinking water all day because hydration, and now it's got somewhere to go. Fine. Okay. The only problem was where. I mean, middle of nowhere, it was probably okay, but he was right there. Sure we were both guys, but honestly? Who wants to see that, much less subject someone else to the grittiness of human nature? I yelled at him to turn away for a bit, and he looked like he wanted to protest, but then he shrugged uneasily and said, "Yeah, well, I gotta take a piss, so..." I stopped, nodded. "Okay." I nodded again. "Okay." We pissed on neighbouring trees, and were closer because of it. fin