The Camping trip

[thurerig]

The Camping Trip (closed:_silence_)

This is my first submission. Hello to all! I have enjoyed reading your stories. This story subject is a Fantasy of mine.....I would like to gain female perspective through my (our ) epic, beautiful, passionate camping journey. I have always been the shy guy around girls, so I really want and desire female dialog and thinking.
So here We go:

 

[thurerig]

It was a tough morning, nothing felt good. My heart is filled with sorrow, and as soon as my eyes open they are already filled with tears.......nothing could replace the loss of my beautiful wife whom I buried the day before.
So young, only 30...and yet loosing the battle to cancer which we had found out about only 6 months before. Is this all a bad dream? Is this pain ever going away? "Oh my Lord please take this away! This cant be happening"! I look over to wear my beautiful wife used to sleep next to me- I put my face into her pillow and still I can smell her beauty in the sheets. I can see her Smile, I can hear her Laugh, I swear I can feel her hand in mine. Then my mind turns to the memories of making love, our bodies intertwined together, the sounds of her moans still in my head from the passion we had shared.
She taught me so much about life, she made me a better man-she was the greatest woman I had ever known. "I fucking hate this, why is this happening to me!" I stop and try to rationalize again, "everyone dies" I think to myself. We had so much fun together- "I have to stop being selfish!" yelling trying to convince myself as I squeeze my fists.

There was one thing that her and I loved to do together more than anything except sex: Backpacking and fly fishing together. All alone in the most beautiful settings that not even the best writer could do justice in describing. We both were athletes, pushing our bodies to the very edge was nothing new, only normal, so carrying a 50pd backpack for a week at 10,000ft was nothing for either of us.
I loved hiking behind her. She was my brunette bombshell! Watching her beautiful ass and legs glide up the trail was truly breathtaking to me. I would always pinch her butt lightly as we would climb. When we would arrive to whatever destination, we would set our tent, take our cloths off and enjoy each others bodies fully. I loved the smell of her pussy after climbing for hours. The natural scent of a woman along with her beautifully trimmed full brunette bush was all I ever desired-I never wanted to be with another woman.

I need to get out of here: I am leaving this place. I grabbed my backpack, some cloths, and my fly rod. On a complete whim, from waking 45mins earlier to jumping in the truck with my gear, my life was about to change again......little did I know.

 

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Sylvia, 5.10, slightly heavy, but great looks (they say...who ever they are!!)My best features are my breasts which are voluptuous, even by my estimation and my pretty face which I would describe as iconic. I am single,35 never married and 'almost' a virgin and I have decided that before I get too old to do it I will walk the Appalachian trail. This is a brave decision because none of my friends will come with me so I have to do it alone. I feel sure that I will 'pick up' with other walkers once I get on the trail but I must confess to some nervousness at being a woman alone walking in the woods. And thats not just about the bears, I hear that men take advantage of women up there. I have zero experience but having read a few books I know to pack light with high protein meals and with masses of carbs...not good for me but heck...I will be walking more off each day. I fully expect to be in greater shape when I finish than I am now and then maybe I can persuade the man of my dreams to come on to me, as distinct from icing me out.

First day out I come across a tent pitched near the trail. There seems to be no sign of movement and the tent is securely shut. As I get nearer I step on twigs on the ground and it is clear that there is an occupant who is stirring inside the tent having been alerted by the snapping and breaking sounds of the twigs, I'm not yet a great trails person....As the tent opening unzips..........

 

[thurerig]

I left home so quickly, I just wanted to break my train of thought. Everything had been so dark for the past 6 months and then preparing for the funeral it seemed that there was not even a glimmer at the end of the tunnel.
The week before she passed as I sat next to her hospital bed, she reached over and laid her withering hand on mine and said- "I don't want you to cry, you brought so much joy to my life. Please go on and honor me, be a great man for another woman as you have done for me." I lost all control and gently buried my face into her shoulder- in the midst of all of her pain, she was worried about me. "When I pass on, get away from it all like we used to do, Please do it for me."

I arrived at the trail head in the early evening, I grabbed my pack, my rod and put my head lamp on because I knew I had another 3 hour hike which would put me at around 10:30pm- well into the dark. When I arrived I was tired, drained but I felt some relief, my mind was beginning to clear some what after the climb up. I Set my tent under the pines located about 50yrds from a small mountain lake. It was chilly and I was not wanting to gather wood for a fire, so I decided to get in my sleeping bag and continue setting camp in the morning.

I heard a snap outside the tent, maybe a deer I thought, It could not be a bear-it was too light of a snap and there was no heavy crunch of pine needles which carpeted the forest floor around the tent. It was early, light was just becoming visible...my stomach grumbled and the thought of fried trout in butter and wild onions over a camp fire was filling my head.
To say that I was shocked when I opened my tent to see another person, especially at that time of morning would be an understatement......I had to readjust my eyes, there standing just a few feet away from me was a tall beautiful woman with a smile on her face. I could tell she seemed a bit shy, almost embarrassed that she might have woken me "good morning"...half stunned- "Good morning to you, Im sorry if I woke you" she replied back in such a polite manor. Feeling a bit awkward, she turned her head to the east allowing the sun light to make her beautiful hair glisten in the new day sun and in a low excited voice says "What a beautiful morning it is, I could never ask for more"! I think my heart skipped a beat....I was surrounded by beauty on all sides, It was truly a good morning, something I had not felt in quit awhile!

 

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As I get out of my tent, she turns gracefully back toward me watching me stretch my back. She then slides her pack off and sets it on the ground and begins looking down at the lake. Taking note of the fly rod she sees propted up against the small 2 person tent, she then looks back at me with her beautiful blue eyes and absolutly stunning breasts, I was trying to be polite but her tits were almost begging me to look at them. She had a light sports bra on with allowed me to see her nipples were slightly erect. "My Name is Sylvia" as she sticks her hand out to greet me with a beautiful, pure, no drama smile. "It is very nice to meet you Sylvia, my name is Ryan" as I shake her hand back. "Are you hiking in a group or anything? I am surprised to see anyone out here". Sylvia sits down on the ground against her pack and grabs her water bottle bringing it up to her full pouty lips, then taking a sip. "Nope, I have always wanted to hike the Appalations, and just felt the need to be spontaneous". I looked at her with a big smile "I love that! There is no better feeling of freedom than to just get up, drop it all and go on an adventure". Sylvia nodding her head "Absolutly" she said in agreement. I was getting so pumped up inside, just relizing that feeling, the fact that I too was doing the same, it was comforting and exciting that someone else was just going for it because they wanted to and loved it. I could tell Sylvia was reading me, she was feeling the vibe of someone who also had no ill-will, someone who was out here to enjoy themselves. "So how long are you going out for?" I asked. "I have no agenda, no time limit, no direction, I finally needed to experience this place". "Wow that is so cool, I love it. Well hey, how would you like some Fried Trout with wild onions smoothed in butter and garlic seasoning?"

 

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As the tent zipper buzzed its way to the bottom of the flap with an almost melodius and steady buzzing sound like a bee, a foot appeared through the gap closely followed by a well built man stooping to get out of the small opening. As he stretched and straightened himself out I could not help but notice that he was obviously an athlete or used to be recently. He seems to be well over six feet, flat stomach, well developed and defined chest muscles….might even rival mine I thought with an inner smirk, and beautiful, beautiful legs. If there is one thing I like most about a man, apart from the blindingly obvious of course, is a pair of well developed calf muscles….I find them just soooo sexy. As I looked closer at him I suspected he was about my age, maybe a couple of years older. He was in a small two person tent and as none else came out and from my angled view I could not see any other feet in there I presumed he was on his own, at least at the moment.

Once I managed to rip my eyes away from his well developed body I looked harder at his face. As he caught my gaze I noticed that he had a very open and easy ‘look’ with the beginnings of a smile playing with around the corners of his lips but also a touch of sadness in his eyes which I could not quite pin down. However I immediately felt at ease with him, there was no trace of ill will and for some unknown reason, I felt, even as a woman alone, miles from civilization, I could trust him.

As I strode towards him I extended my hand and said “ My name is Sylvia”. He replied that his was Ryan. His grip was very firm and while I didn’t mind too much he seemed to hold my hand just a little bit longer than was really required for a first handshake. These things are about milliseconds but I noticed it was a bit different. He asked me what I doing on the Blue Ridge and whether I was part of a group and as he did I noticed his eyes dropped to my breasts.

This is something I have got used to with men over time. Most times it is really irritating but this time for some unaccountable reason I was quite relaxed about it. The only problem was that when I noticed him stare my nipples, they immediately jumped and I know that he must have seen that reaction. Wow if he was impressed with them bound up tight in my sports bra, I wonder what his reaction would be if he ever saw them free and loose….not that that was ever likely to happen.

To protect my “almost virginity” I felt the need to quietly screech…”Hey Mr Ryan!…My eyes are up here !’’as I pointed to my eyes. To distract him still further I turned to look at the lake and commented how truly beautiful it was at this early time in the day but in so doing I suddenly realized that I would be giving him a full side view, which would define my nipples even more. As I turned I sneaked a glance back at him to see him staring at my breasts yet again…I gave him a quizzical frown and decided to change the topic. I am hungry!...and when he said ” would you like some fresh trout and wild onions with butter and garlic seasoning?” I suddenly realized exactly how hungry I was having not eaten since yesterday lunch…trying to limit myself to two meals a day to get myself back in shape by the end of this walking experience. I know its not the right way but there it is, when you are alone you have to do what you can sustain.

He mentioned that there was a slight problem, he had yet to catch the trout. I quickly replied with a smirk that I though the rod was there just to signal that he was fishing for compliments. As he started to walk towards the lake he said I will go and catch the trout now… As I contemplated his broad muscled back and really tight and cute ass, I thought “ you might have already caught a big fish…I wonder how long it will take you to play it to the shore it. Hmmm…enough musing….I called out...” I will set a fire for you to cook the trout over. Don’t be too long I really am very hungry!” As he walked to the lake I noticed he cast several backward glances towards me. At that distance I could not tell what he was looking at…but my nipples jumped again.

 

[thurerig]

With that I grabbed the stick and started walking to the lake while Beautiful Sylvia made a fire. I had to turn and look again, I was awe struck by her gracefulness and genuine beauty. As I turned I caught her also checking me out- we both smiled and shyly look away....I was so excited to get to know this person more.
As I reach the waters edge, rainbows were rising up eating small nymphs, I tie one on, make a gentle cast landing the fly ever so gently, immediatly it is enhaled. The next 15mins were quick as I caught enough for us to eat plus extra. Sylvia walked down "wow, I guess you do know what you are doing!" I smiled...."i have done this once or twice."

Prepareing breakfast was fun. Sylvia and I chatted, making small talk was easy for both of us. Things were smooth like we had known eachother for years. I told her about playing for the Titans, and my love for fly fishing starting out in the High Sierras in California were I was originally from. As we sat down to eat the conversation directed its self toward relationships...I am an open book, I have no hidden agendas and I could tell Sylvia was reading me that there was a look of sadness in my eyes.......

 

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wow! not only can Ryan catch fish, he can cook as well! I wondered how far he was going to travel on his walking expedition he could be good for me to link up with, at least I would get some decent food rather than the lightweight powdere food I had been carrying with me so far.

As we sat around the remnants of the fire chatting I continued to notice the sadness in his eyes in spite of his easy laugh. Time and again when he wasn't sneaking looks at my breast he seemed to gaze off into the distance as if in a trance..

At some stage I must find out what is bothering him, what he is walking away from but I need to know him a bit better before I ask him what will cheer him up.

I think I will see if a little teasing might chanage his attitude.... so I lean back on my back pack and spread my legs a little....my skimpy shorts ride up and show off my thighs...they are not as good as his but for a girl they are quite good. I waant to see whether this diversion will slow down his glances to my breasts...but thinking about this sent a twinge of some urgency through my pussy and my nipples jumped again right in front of his eyes....Oh dear...perhaps he didn't notice or if he did maybe he is gentlemaanly enough to let it ride without comment....I pause to guage his reaction....

 

[thurerig]

As we sat there chatting, Sylvia leans back and spreads her legs showing her beautiful thighs as her shorts rode up her legs. I had to catch myself from staring, I have always been a gentleman, but I was having a hard time being in the presence of this intelligent, beautiful woman without being turned on. My cock began to get hard, I felt goose bumps go up my neck- I had not been with a woman for over 6 months. I did not want to make this girl uncomfortable. I began wrestling with my thoughts,
I have to control myself.....I felt so awkward...being commited to another and just dealing with the medical issues in the end, never gave me time to think about sex....but I was now, and I was nervous.
"So what are your plans Sylvia? You headed in anyone direction? I would be honored
if You would hike with me".

 

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Ryan looked uncomfortable as I opened my legs I'm not too experienced in these things still being 'almost a virgin' but....hmm that diversion did not work as i had expected... or did I notice a slight tumescence in his shorts?.....nevertheless he has a magnificent body and maybe if I look at him as he looks at me we can get to a staring truce....I decide that to be my next strategy....and my gaze lingers on his zipper for too long to be decent..and it makes me flush red to my cheeks.. Then Ryan clears his throat raspingly and asks what my walking plans are....aha! is this an embarrassed change of subject or just an opportunity to persuade this man to my way...at heart I am a manipulator of males which is I guess why I am still 'almost a virgin'
"Well Ryan as I look down at my feet I see they are pointing forwards and that way, so I guess that my plan is to walk in that direction. Care to join me? or would you like me to join you and your plan. You do have a plan don't you?

 

[thurerig]

I look around for a second and respond to her question" You know, I don't have a plan. I came up here to clear my head. If you have sometime, I will tell why I am up here". And so for the next hour, Ryan goes on telling Sylvia about what happened to his wife. ...."My only plan is to enjoy myself, explore and see where that takes me"......

 

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Hmmm....I listen intently to Ryan as he pours his heart out to me regarding his dear wife Jen...seems she and I are the same height but that is the end of the similarity I am a good 20 lbs heavier alot less fit, she was like a mountain goat to hear him talk, but at 36 C I am somewhat better developed there ( no wonder he keeps staring at them) after listening to him I find myself falling into the 'female trap' that of unasked for sympathy and therefore wanting to offer my suggestions on how to change his mood.

He was very frank with me and confessed that he and Jen had a wonderful sexual relationship...it was what they liked to do above all things but that he had not enjoyed this for the last 6 months of her life for obvious reasons.. He had also stayed true to his vows and not 'played' even though he knew her passing was inevitable ...poor man....I really felt sorry for him ...but as my one way mind went to work I realised this could be to my advantage....

They liked to make love several times each day...as he said... in exciting and risque surroundings, private, public, outdoors crowded markets and so on and he hasn't done this for six months or so...he must be ripe
, horny and ready.....maybe that was indeed the start of an erection I saw when showing him my thighs. Now I started to think how I could extract maximum benefit for me from this situation without him really understanding that I was controlling him....Need to think this through very carefully important not to blow it before he is on the hook....

 

[thurerig]

Through my confession I noticed Sylvia listening very intently. I could tell she felt sorry for my situation- but there are no gurantees in this life except death. Although bringing up the subject and talking about it actually brought me calm...a little bit of closure if you will.
I was having a hard time not staring though, this woman was built like a brick shit house. Absolutly gorgous, not as toned as my beloved....but as guilty as I felt thinking it....Sylvia was far Sexier.
Here tits were large, firm and round with nice nipples which stood at my attention almost from the second I laid eyes on her. She had great ass and long beautiful legs that I caught myself fantisizing about wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy till she came in my mouth. My struggle was real. I have always been a lover of woman, genuine, kind and polite. Growing up in a small country town, Football, Faith and Family was my M.O. Keeping my composure and not letting my lust get the better of me would be my fight.
After we finished talking about me I naturally wanted to know more about her...I looked up and almost got lost into her beautiful eyes, I hesitated.....then asked...."if you dont mind me asking, what is your story?"

 

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We were sitting side by side….me on his left side…and as Ryan spoke to me from the depths of his heart I felt moved to rub him in the middle of his back with my right hand….like a therapeutic massage…nothing sexual just trying to comfort him as he told me his story. I also put my left hand on his left thigh, careful not to be too high but just above the knee….he seemed to like this gentle touch not really stroking or rubbing more a comforting touch like a Mother would do.

Once he finished there was an awkward silence….but then again it didn’t seem that awkward to me…it seemed a natural lull between friends…..wow! I was starting to think of him as friend already? After several minutes of silence and reflection he said…”if you don’t mind me asking, what is your story?” I flushed and wondered whether to tell him the truth, or to concoct the usual story I deflect such direct questions with.
Ryan had seemingly been honest and open to me, so despite my long term intentions I felt it was only fair to be honest and open with him.
Well... I am 35, never been married and still “almost a virgin” . My story goes back to my college days. At that time 17 years ago I was just as tall, had the same size breasts but was 40 lbs lighter than I am today. I was the hottie on campus and all the newbies in my year flocked to me like bees to a honey pot. I had zero experience, sexually, I had learned how to deflect the onslaughts from boys and even grown men….even fathers of my friends!!! But I knew I would have to give in eventually…. Then along came this wonderful boy….to say he was bright eyed and bushy tailed would be an understatement…and he was really very ,very bright. He spotted me early in the first week and during orientation sat next to me which is when I first became aware of him. He was skinny, maybe an inch taller than me, wore spectacles all the time and sometimes had a nervous cough when having a conversation, but I liked him. He had a way with words and was very thoughtful and economical when he spoke….refreshing with all the blabbermouths around. I noticed that the “jocks” derided him….but that endeared him to me, I think I had mother hen tendencies even way back then.

On Thursday of the first week he asked if I would like to go out on a ‘date’ with him. I agreed very quickly. We went to a very small bar which had a reputation for not checking ID’s too thoroughly and had a couple of drinks. The conversation was lively until just before we decided to leave and go back to campus. He walked me to my dorm and in the darkness eased me into an alley between buildings and started to kiss me. Within seconds his hands were all over my breasts and squeezing them…he didn’t even know that the nipples are the best bits!!! Then his hand dove to my skirt hem….we wore those in those days. Without any subtlety he lifted the hem and went straight for my pussy rubbing it wildly. Then he told me to get his cock out and stroke it. I thought this was the way it was supposed to be and I did. I guess the sight and feel of my breasts and the wetness of my pussy combined with some skills I never really knew I had blew his mind and he spewed his cum before I could even get into a rhythm. At that point he said goodnight and walked away leaving me high and wet so to speak.
As I walked up the steps I started to cry with frustration….one of my room mates was getting back too and asked what was wrong. I told her….she was mad but also said “ let’s go back to our dorm, I know for a fact that several of the girls there know how to put you at ease and take away your frustration. From that moment on I have been very easy in the company of women and reserved in the company of men. I have had so many ‘things’ thrust up my pussy but never a cock….hence my ‘almost a virgin’ status and frankly I am not sure how I would react to a man who really wanted to get to know me. That said, so far, I feel quite relaxed with you, but don’t push your luck or try to take advantage…OK?
I glanced at Ryan but I could not decide what his reaction was…on the one hand I’m sure he was sympathetic but on the other….? My nipples jumped at the recollection of how those girls and women have pleasured me in the last 17 years, but then again I really wondered what a cock might feel like. The boys back then was thin and stringy….I have heard tell that men have variable sizes but some are well endowed. This thought made my nipples jump, and wouldn’t you just know it Ryan was looking at them….so true to my plan I looked at the crotch part of his shorts….surprise surprise there was a definite and growing swelling there.
Suddenly I realized that I had continued to comfort his thigh while I told my story….I had better be careful not to lead him on…

 

[thurerig]

After hearing her story my imagination was spinning. She gave great detail into her life, you would never make a story up like that. I felt bad for her experience, but in one way or another we have all had to go through our share. We all adapt one way or the other, hers was from the feminane touch, my way was hitting and running over other men.
She was so straight forward with me, I really felt like I could trust her.
"I really would like to spend more time with you.... and I will not take advantage of you (with a grin), same goes for you young lady!" I laughed as I looked down at her hand on my thigh. It felt so good to feel the touch of a woman. I was nervous but she was beginning to give me confidence, just being in her company was so diffrent than what I was used too and I liked it.
As we sat there next to one another, I looked around to take it all in: The air was so fresh, the smell of pines, the sunlight glimmering off of the high mountain lake laying in this small grassy meadow. Sitting next to this woman makes it feel like a fairy tail.
I place my hand over Sylvias, it is so small compared to mine, I then glance up into her eyes and give her a smile.

 

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As we sit there looking into each others eyes, we suddenly realize that the day is ebbing and the sun is setting...we need to decide whether to move on to the next site where there are cabins, or whether I should pitch my tent next to yours and we'll sit around a revived campfire until we feel its time to go to sleep, you in your tent and me in mine... a nice zipped up sleeping bag. Decision time...I'm for staying here and chatting a bit more. You hold my hand on your thigh....I guess thats a good sign....as you take your hand away to swat a fly from my hair i almost imperceptably move my hand up an inch or so....my nipples jump and the crotch of your shorts seems suddenly too small....Hmmm I am sure he thinks this is all moving too fast, but then maybe not, but it is exactly the right pace for me... I remember 17 years ago very vividly,,,

 

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"I think we should stay here tonight, it is another 3hr hike to the wilderness cabins. I love talking with you, meeting you has already helped me." I was so filled with happiness, and a raging hard on! I had to stand and readjust, I was in pain. There was nothing I could do to avoid her from seeing the bulge in my shorts. As I stood it became very apparent that I was turned on. I was embarrassed but arroused. My Wife loved it when my cock would get hard. But this was not the same situation, I am hung very nicely and I was wondering what her reaction was going to be.....I felt like I was standing in the middle of a freeway getting ready to be run over by a truck.

 

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It was almost as if you were afraid. You stood up as my hand moved up your thigh a bit and turned your back to me…I smirked inwardly thinking I knew what was happening to you… After a few seconds of adjustment you turned around and faced me…"These shorts get all screwed up if you sit in them too long" you lamely said. In line with my plan I took a long hard look at the bulge in your crotch…wow I haven’t seen one in17 years and even then it was dark, but the bulk of yours was enormous compared to the spindly one I stroked for 30 seconds 17 years ago. I had the feeling that you might last a lot longer after you get over your 6 month’fast’. But earlier when your hand covered mine on your thigh was also huge and totally engulfing…. Before I could resist myself I started to think about you being able to hold all of each breast in one hand…my GF’s needed two for each one,,,,,these thoughts made my nipples jump again and looking at your crotch gave me an ache in my pussy which I have not experienced before …. This time I can see you noticed my nipples and as the sun starts to set I think about what the next part of my plan will be.

 

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You noticed, and to hide my blushes I busied myself collecting twigs and small branches to build up the fire. As I bent over to pick them up I could feel your eyes boring into my very being. As I turned to smile at you I caught a look... it was like standing naked fully dressed in front of you....not a leer, more pure joy

 

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"can I help you set up your tent? There is room in mine, but I dont want to freak you out" I say hesitantly.

 

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as I stoked the fire I suddenly felt very hot and my pussy started to get very slippery. I hoped I would not leak and show a wet patch on my my mid tone tan shhorts...they show up any raindrops....so I hope I can hold it back until go into my tent

 

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Hmmm it wouold not freak me out....but would he have the self control I thought? Actually I would prefer to sleep in mine if that is ok so yes help would be nice

 

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Gosh, one part of me said "what a fool!!!" and another said make him suffer!

 

[thurerig]

"well I totally understand, I respect your decisions"

 

[thurerig]

with that She hands me her tent and we begin putting it together