Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 21:07:03 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 5

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by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


5:  Work, Play and Adventure

Logan pass was absolutely wonderful.  It is very difficult to take pictures
of well know places that are unique and special.  For example, Mt. Clements
has often been photographed and done well since the 1920's.  The only way
to sell stock shots of often photographed places is some unique lighting,
twist or angel.

Our major assignment was two fold.  1.  Get some alpine meadow pictures,
which would require several long hikes.  A number of specific flowers and
land forms were on the list.  2.  Take a number of high quality tourist
photos to build a portfolio of Glacier-Waterton Peace Park.  We were very
fortunate to get Mt. Clements from the east side with a wonderful dramatic
storm sky to the west and some colorful people in the foreground, St. Mary
Lake with glass smooth water, lots of animals and birds including mountain
goats with kids playing and so on. 3. Given this was the 7th year, of a
seven year cycle for the Bear Grass to be blooming, we needed to pay
special attention to it.

Bear Grass is not a grass at all but a perennial flowering plant that grows
at elevations from about 6700' to the tree line, blooms on the seven year
cycle and when not blooming; sending up a thick barded stalk with each
strand supporting a small flower, has long grass like leaves not unlike the
spider plant in from. It blooms in most the US mountain parks and in
Waterton Lake park in Canada. Now this Bear Grass is something special, so
a close up of it with Mr. Clements in the background, that is special.

We were camped in the national park camp ground near West Glacier, for the
better part of two weeks.  We had absolutely wonderful weather over the
entire time.  On the first of these hikes we found ourselves very much
alone at the head of a hanging valley with a large glacial erratic bolder
that sat isolated and lonely.  After completing our assignment and still
having good light I asked Brad if he wanted to pose for some black and
white and color figure studies.  I am talking serious mid afternoon, late
June sun angles and color balance.  He was most willing and quickly removed
his shirt, shorts and shoes.  Taking a number of positions on his rock
platform.  He gave me many wonderful poses portraying his lean body,
silhouetted against the clear sky.  I used a polarizing filter to darken
the sky and add drama.  Often in the mountains or on the prairie one needs
a graded neutral density filter for balance.

After exposing two rolls of film my creative lust was satisfied.  I climbed
onto the platform and before I could even sit Brad was removing my shorts.
Once naked we embraced and 69ed with the cool mountain breezes caressing
our bodies.  By now we had enough oral experience to deep throat at will.
I just love the feeling of his tongue sliding along the underside of my
cock as the cock head presses against the wet lining of his throat.  We
could and did suck and fuck each other two to four times a day.  In fact we
just never seemed to get enough sex and never enough fondling and touching.
Creative lust is like sexual lust, you may get satisfied for the moment but
you always seem to want more.

When we returned to our camp we discovered a car load of good looking girls
had moved into the site next to us.  While I worked up my notes and got the
film cassettes ready to send, Brad made friends with the ladies.  He was a
bit young for them but his combination, cute and shy worked like a magnet
with iron filings.  He split some wood for them and got their fire going,
while they seemed to hover over him.  These were ladies of university age
who I figured probably all had boyfriends already.  I was correct in that
but it is often who you know that makes the difference.  Brad just excused
masculine sexuality but then so do I.  It turned out they were camping here
because one of their sorority sisters lived in West Glacier and she did not
have a boyfriend and did have a younger sister about Brad's age.  In short
order Brad was introduced to Linda and I was introduced to all, including
Linda's older sister.

Linda is very thin about 5' 2" tall, almost anorexic, with a long face,
turned up nose, very blue eyes and long pointed chin, very slightly built,
with small breasts a nonexistent waste, narrow hips, tooth pick like legs
that vanish into a butt that just isn't there.  Her smile is very nice and
she has a few freckles to compliment her strawberry blond hair.  Veronica
is a bit more substantial in stature, she is 5' 8" or so, of normal weight
for a 20 year old, has goodly breasts, wide female hips and wide shoulders.
Her face is long and thin but her nose does not turn up.  Her eyes are
blue-gray and her hair an auburn.  She has a large mouth that brakes into a
full tooth smile.  Both girls would make good portrait subjects, I just
wish I was better at that skill.

Brad lucked out in hitting it off with Linda immediately.  Ah those teenage
hormones.  I quickly made friends, no hormone magic but just being with 5
good looking 20 year olds, who are feigning interest in photography and
wildlife, is a rush and nothing to complain about.  The girls departed
after the third night but little Linda became a person magnet for Brad.  He
had me taking him to West Glacier at every possible opportunity.  Now I did
not mind spending time with her older sister Veronica, but would have
preferred to just sit and read after a day of hard hiking and creative
intensity.  Brad managed to find any and all excuses.  He would come back
to camp from these visits so sexually aroused I was required to suck him
off before he could provide me with a decent fuck.

By the end of the first week we did need access to a high speed internet
connection for a few hours.  It turned out that Linda's family had one.  We
sent and received our e-mails.  Brad had several long exchanges with his
dad and I had a number of business oriented exchanges with my office.
Veronica and I were sitting at her kitchen table talking and up loading
some of my digital files when her father appeared.  He was a large friendly
looking man who ran one of the small business in West Glacier.  I
introduced my self to Mr. Fred Newfeld.  He was more interested in his
youngest daughter and Brad, then me.  I figured he was being a bit
protective and with reason, Brad is one good looking boy.

Veronica showed him some of my work and once he saw the quality, sat down,
forgot about the kids and started to talk business.  He expressed great
interest in selling my work, so I made sure the office contacted him to
make necessary arrangements.  I could see Veronica was not impressed with
this, she wanted me to pay attention to herself but we needed to sacrifice
a bit, giving Brad and Linda some space.  Just as his attention was turning
back to the kids, as it was getting dark, a chat message came up on the
screen.  It was Brad's dad.  Veronica went looking for him as I kept Milton
busy and explained a bit about Brad and me to Fred.

Mr. Newfeld had been in the Coast Guard and appreciated the CPO's desire to
communicate with his son.  Brad and Linda showed up with Veronica after a
few minutes.  He chatted with dad and signed off.  Brad was a bit agitated
but I was not sure what about.  Linda was telling Fred that someone had
been poking around our Jeep, which was parked in front of the store.  "When
we approached the fellow ran off."

Fred suggested I move the wagon closer to his garage and his large, loudly
barking dog that lived in it, which I did.  It was obvious someone had been
trying to brake in from the coat hanger scratches on the paint.  These old
Jeep Wagerers are not all that secure and a professional would have little
difficulty, who ever this was must be an amateur.  Linda and Brad described
the person as tall, with a ball cap, brown jacket and blue jeans, like
hundreds of tourists.

My camera gear is locked in special cases that are bolted into place.  But
since they are covered by camping gear and blankets, not obvious.  I didn't
think this was an attempt at car theft, but then I had no real idea why
anyone would want to brake in, either.  Given the age and lack of sex
appeal of my old bus, I was sure it was no attempt to steal it.

Veronica then told us a man, probably late 20's, with dark hair and in need
of a shave, was asking about us the day before.  She was quite busy and had
no time to talk, so suggested he leave a note for us and she would pass it
on.  He must not have been that interested and just departed.  She thought
little of it until now.  I thought it very strange that anyone would even
know we were in West Glacier and even more curious that anyone would know
to ask for us at the Newfeld's store.  Fred, was quite puzzled and so were
we all.  Brad suggested that someone must be watching us, how else would
they know?  I wondered if this had anything to do with our recent bear
adventures.

Fred called the campground gate and spoke to the rangers.  They indicated
nothing suspicious but would keep a close eye on our site and anyone asking
questions about us.  The campers that were near us were all either retired
people or people with young families, the rangers would talk to them.

"We needed a plan," Fred was saying. "this may be noting but it may be
something, so I guess we need to treat it as something, until we know it is
nothing."

"Scouting has been so much a part of my life that being prepared is
situation normal, so lets prepare."  I interjected.

I called my parents, Brad called his dad and Fred call Ranger Jim.  It
turned out that Milton had told Brad's mother that he was with me, when she
pressed him for assurances Brad was safe, but not where we were.  Someone
from Idaho had called my office and found out we were working in Glacier
Park area from my mother; who did not think it strange, since my catalogue
is posted on the web.  Veronica though this was all to coincidental to be a
coincidence.  Ranger Jim thought he should call the FBI officer we had
worked with.  Fred contacted the Montana State Police office in Whitefish
and spoke to a friend.  The friend said he would check into things, but as
long as we were in the National Park we were out of his jurisdiction, but
West Glacier is not in the park.

Agent Darryl Snipe called us the next morning on my cell phone, he had
nothing to add but agreed, too many coincidences.  A couple of his agents
would head our way and he would get the Chicago people to find out if
Brad's mother told anyone anything about him.  We had become overly
sensitive and were seeing cars and people following us all morning.  Our
plan for the afternoon was a slow drive east on the "Going to the Sun
Highway" back to Logan Pass.  I would make sure to pull off at every wide
spot in the road.  "This will give us a chance to observe the other cars,"
I explained to Brad.  "Some of these pullouts are quite small, so anyone
following us would be forced to pass."  That was the idea anyway.

We stopped at one of the first trail head east of Apgar.  The McDonald
Falls trail.  A number of cars pulled in along with us, this is a popular
place.  We took careful note of each one ruling out the ones with children
or elderly people.  That left only two, a car with a young couple and a
truck with two men.  Brad went over to get a trail map and I fussed with my
cameras and other gear, sitting on the tale gate of the Wagon, I wanted us
to be highly visible.  I set up my digital camera data back with the time
and date stamp.  Brad had the field glasses around his neck and we put our
hiking boots on, as if we would head to the falls.  We looked at the map
and pretended to examine it in great detail.  The early afternoon sun was
almost over head and few shadows were being cast.  I like to ware mirrored
sunglasses at this time of the day.  My eyes are to important and I hate to
squint.  Brad wares the same thing but I not sure if it is for the same
reason.  At any rate since you can't see our eyes unless we turn our heads
it is not obvious what we are looking at.

In fact, we took so much time that all the people who had entered the
parking lot behind us had started down the trail except two.  A dark blue
Dodge half ton with two men in it.  Brad played around with the field
glasses pretending to look for birds, until satisfied he would be able to
recognize them again.  He was not sure if either of these men was the one
he had seen by our Jeep.  They both needed a shave was his comment.  Brad
only needs to shaves about once a week, if that and me every other day or
so.  But scruffy is scruffy as we see it.  They did not have any of the
usual camping and vacation stuff with them.  I talking about cameras,
picnic baskets and the like.  While in the parking lot a steady stream of
people were coming and going.  Most moved with some purpose all ignored us
boys.

The two men were just sitting in their truck, being obvious in trying not
to be obvious.  One fellow was smoking and the other talking.  They were
keeping us in their field of vision but were at the other end of the lot,
perhaps 100 feet away.  Due to the the parking angle, to see us they were
forced to turn almost around.  I thought it a good time to have a pipe.  It
just took me for ever to get it loaded and lit, sitting in the sun just
relaxing and taking my sweet old time.  I like a pipe now and then, besides
it does keep the insects away.

Brad made a number of short walks away from the Jeep, rest room, trail
head, bird observing.  When he did, moving out of their sight one of our
suspected shadows would suddenly have the urge to walk too.  We were
reasonably sure we had identified those who had been or at least now were
watching us.  We packed up, as if to hike and started across the drive
toward the trail head.  When we did our shadows moved too.  I just walked
so slow, they got to the trail head before us.  Looking at the sky I
announced loudly, "the light is wrong, lets go".  In fact, is was okay, not
great but okay, we had taken this walk several days ago anyway.  We rushed
back to the wagon, jumped in and headed down the drive passed their truck
before they realized we were on the move.  Brad was able to get a clear
shot of both men, looking at us with open mouths of disbelief, and another
of their license plate.  We headed east, going quite slow so they could
catch up with us.  Brad was getting right into this game, I was too.

I pulled off again at the Trail of the Cedars.  This too is a large lot
with a bit of room.  I circled around, parking close to the entrance/exit
forcing the blue truck to park at the far end of the lot, the place was
quite busy.  We got out started down the trail at a very brisk pace, as
soon as we were out of their sight we darted into the thick bush and hid
until they passed us.  Brad and I circled around and ran back to the Jeep,
heading for the nearest telephone located at the restaurant and riding
stables, a bit west of the Falls trail lot.

I called Fred giving him the license number and we headed back East,
passing the Cedar trail lot just as the blue truck was about to turn on the
highway.  We slowed way down so they could not miss us.  The truck pulled
in right behind.  At first they were so close we could clearly see their
faces.  Turning off at every opportunity and just wasting time, we made the
25 or so miles to Logan Pass as painfully slow as possible for them.  In
fact, I wanted to be the biggest pain in the butt these guys ever
encountered.  Oh, I took lots of pictures mostly of them but some tourist
shots too.  They stuck to us like glue and if they were forced to pass,
because the pull off was full they would be waiting for us at the next one.

The Logan Pass Visitors Center lot is quite large and was quite full.  We
found a place to park on the far side overlooking the St. Mary River
valley.  I broke out our FM radios.  We use them to avoid shouting when in
the woods or on a trail.  The Blue truck was forced to park quiet a
distance from us.  The best part was we could see our Jeep clearly from the
verandah of the visitors center.  Brad kept an eye on it and them as I
bolted for the phone.  Brad kept me appraised of their movements while I
called Fred.  I guess they were a bit confused until they saw Brad standing
on the verandah by the men's room entrance.  One headed toward him the
other toward the Jeep.  Fred had a name for us, the truck was owned by a
Mr. Richard Worth from Bozeman Montana.  Well that's a start I though.  I
assured Fred we would be careful and continue to lead them on a good fun
chase.  If I can't get any work done today, Brad and I should at least have
some enjoyment.  Making their time as miserable as possible was just the
kind of fun I had in mind.

Exiting on the west side of the center I came around by the flag pole.  I
could see the Jeep and managed to take a clear shot of one, the fellow with
a green hat inspecting my Jeep trying to get the doors open, the brown hat
was trying to distract Brad from watching the Jeep, I could see him and
Brad too.  Green hat obviously wanted to get in but with all the people
coming and going he had little chance.  I called Brand to move and we both
went running down the steps toward the Jeep.  Brad just about ran over the
brown hatted one who had positioned himself a few feet away, in the
process.  The green hatted one saw us coming at a good pace and took off in
the opposite direction away from us and from his truck.  They knew they had
been busted, or should have.

Now to see what they would do, the hunters being the hunted.  With all the
tourists and rangers around the place we were quite sure no harm would come
to us, at least that is what we told each other.  I figured they would head
east toward St. Mary but no, they turned west out of the drive.  One can
not go fast on this road at the best of times and with all the tourists you
just have no choice.  We hit the road a few cars behind them, confident we
were now the shadows.  By the time we reached the Cedar trail turn off we
were right behind them.  I tailgated most of the way to Apgar.  Being so
close behind them, they could not see the Jeep's turn signal which is just
above the bumper on this model.  We could all get good looks at each other
too.  I kind of wanted to wave at them, Brad though a middle finger solute
was more in order but at a critical moment he suggested an ice cream
cone. We swung into Apgar, a quick right turn.  One minute we were behind
them the next, vanished.  When we came out of the ice cream shop they were
sitting across the street.  We laughed having given them three panics this
afternoon already, this was fun.  Either they are stupid, highly arrogant
or wanted us to realize we were being followed, it made little difference
since we were enjoying ourselves.  We had ice cream cones and they did not
dare to leave their truck or we would escape again.  Yes, lots of fun.

I wanted them to do something, anything that would warrant a complaint to
the cops.  Brad and I stood by the wagon eating our cones and laughing and
joking about our shadows and their apparent inability to intimidate us, if
that was their game.

I wanted to know why they so desperately wanted to get into my Jeep.  I
thought about confronting them but with what, this is a public place after
all.  Brad did not want to head for the Newfeld's, he did not want to get
Linda and her family involved, at least not more than they already were.
"West Glacier is a small place, Brad, they are already involved."  Now that
we were in cell phone range again I called Fred for advice.

"No you come right over here, we are expecting you," he said, "Park right
in front of the store so we can keep an eye on your Jeep.  In fact why
don't you boys take Linda and Veronica to dinner.  My friend, corporeal
Smith is with me now, these are some bad people Apollo, and Smith wants to
get them out of circulation as soon as possible."

"Brad and I don't think your family should be placed at risk."

"Nonsense boy, the only risk we have is being board to death by our
customers.  This is the most excitement we had in WG for years."

We did as requested, parked right in front of the store's door.  I could
see the security camera had been slightly readjusted to capture the view.
"Cleaver, very cleaver," Brad muttered as we went in.

Our shadows parked a few cars away and sat.  Inside we made a much needed
restroom stop and met corporeal Smith who gave us a brief review of the
shadows.  They were, Worth in the green hat and Bobby Beinview in the brown
hat.  Minor Bozeman criminals and suspected small time drug dealers.
Staying at one of the local motels.

"Now I got to ask you this boys, I'm not accusing you of anything but I
need a straight answer.  Do you have any illegal substances in your
possession?"

`No sir, I don't like the stuff, in fact I don't much care for beer or
booze either," I said.  He look at Brad for his answer.  Brad looked up at
him like he did at Jim.

"No, sir I don't, I can't say I have never tried it or that I don't like
it, but I don't have any."

"Your sure about that," he questioned.

"Yes were sure," I replied.

"Good, very good, then if by any chance we find some in your car or at your
camp it couldn't possible be yours, could it?"

"Yes that is correct, but you don't think..."

"I don't think, I just look for evidence."

Fred broke in, "I think that is why they were trying to brake into your
Jeep yesterday and perhaps even at Logan Pass.  We figure they want to
plant something."

"But why plant stuff on us," I questioned?

"Agent Snipe figured they might try something like that, to discredit your
testimony and/or just make your lives uncomfortable out of vindictiveness."

"Well so far all they managed to do was give us some good fun," I added.

"Oh ya," Brad commented, "like something those cult bastards might try and
pull."  We did not know how much Fred and Smith knew about the camp caper
but Agent Snipe must have told them some of it.  Since they didn't ask we
just let the thing drop and took Linda and Veronica to dinner, at the place
across the road.

We could see the blue truck still parked down the line from the store and
made sure we were visible to them.  The diner had a bar on one side and
family food service on the other.  The place was quite full but a table had
been reserved for us.  It did not take long for the shadows to show up.  To
bad, no free tables so they were placed in the bar.  This location gave
them a poor view of our table but placed them in earshot if we talked loud
enough.  The girls wanted a complete run down of our adventures which we
were more then happy to give.  We showed them many of the pictures we took
on the mini viewer that forms the back of the digital camera.  We laughed a
lot often speaking in double meanings about our shadows.  Veronica reminded
us Smith wanted us to eat very slowly and take lots of time.  Linda
whispered Smith wants them to drink lots of beer.  Oh the plan, the plan I
thought, just blow over 0.08 and and the cops can search the car or truck
as the case may be, very cleaver.

"Isn't that entrapment," Brad asked?

"No, not quite, it is only entrapment if the cops offer an opportunity to
do something illegal.  All Smith has done is suggest we provide a chance
for them to dig themselves in, they are under no obligation to drink or to
drink and drive, now are they," Veronica informed us.

Brad and Linda are no fun to eat dinner with, all they seemed to want to do
was look at each other and hold hands.  Veronica and I made up for their
lack of sociability.

Smith's idea worked too, the shadows ordered a pitcher of beer, some food,
and another pitcher by the time we had finished.  I had the server take
them a pair of double Jack Darnels over ice, "from a secret admirer", I
told her to say and not to in any way identify us.  As soon as the drinks
were delivered we rose and departed.  This forced the boys to drink up, I
was sure they would not just leave good booze on the table.  Brad could not
understand how they could be so stupid as to not realize we were on to
them.

We crossed the road and stood by the Jeep for a short while allowing the
truck buddies time to catch up.  Linda quickly kissed Brad and Veronica
went inside with her.  Fred pocked his head out the door and told us to
drive west toward Coram, just keep it under 100 and over 70 do not stop
when the cops pull out behind the truck but slow down to the legal speed,
turn around and head back here.  "Yes Sir," we said in unison and off we
went.  I was not sure if the old Jeep could even do 100, it could.  The day
was almost gone and I turned on my headlights but night speed limits were
not yet in force.

We went flying along for about 5 miles when I could see flashing lights in
my mirror.  The blue truck had kept right up with us, but still a safe
distance back.  Brad said he had no idea where the cops had been hiding but
they obviously had been.  When I saw the lights I took my foot off the gas
peddle and let the old buggy coast down to 70.  We turned around in Coram
and headed back.  Sure enough the boys were blowing into the machine as we
went by.  I could see several officers and one dog among the pack.  Brad
gave them the middle finger solute although I don't think anyone noticed us
as it was now mostly dark.

Smith pulled up at the store just before closing time.  Veronica, Fred and
I were having a coffee, Brad and Linda were out back doing what ever
teenagers in love do, when he came in.  Our shadows, were being held for
speeding, driving under the influence, possession of a controlled substance
with the intent of trafficking, just for starters.

"If Agent Snipe comes up with any conspiracy or witness intimidation
charges all the better," he said.

Smith was quite surprised at how high they blew on the breath test.
Veronica told Fred and Smith about our little gift, which they thought was
very funny.

"I just knew they could not leave good booze on the table."

...................

I think Brad was a bit sad as we headed north along the Flathead River
toward Canada.  I could tell that Linda was fully charging Brad's
batteries.  Okay, Veronica was charging my batteries also, but Linda had
his overheated.

We would head up into British Columbia and east along highway 3 through the
Crow's Nest Pass.  The boarder crossing, Trail Creek, is only open during
the day and only during the summer, so an early morning start from Apgar
got us there about ten AM.  Trail Creek is a very small place with two
customs posts, one stars and stripes and one maple leaf, a few houses and
that's about all.  Flathead is also very small and a few miles into Canada.
The drive north on the park road is mostly lodge pole pine forest, not much
to photograph.  By that time of the day the light is starting to flatten
anyway.

We crossed the boarder and that took a while.  I guess two young male
campers in an old Jeep signals an inspection to rather board customs
officials.  The Canadians were very polite and professional, in fact they
were professionally friendly, often jockeying with us as they inspected
things.  My bolted in boxes raised an eyebrow at first.  I think the fellow
was trying do decide if he should get a wrench or just what to do.  Brad
showed him the wing nuts hidden just below the foam.  Not finding anything
more serious then a half empty package of very dry pipe tobacco, I had
misplaced last year, he helped us put it back, thanked us for our
cooperation and bid us a safe and successful journey.  "Welcome to Canada,"
he said extending his hand.

I took the opportunity to take some "character" type shots of this little
place but neither the US or Canadian customs and Immigration types wanted
their faces included.  We stopped for lunch along the North Fork of the
Flathead River with a good view of Mt. Hag to the east.  Not only were we
hungry but horny as well.

"Please fuck me Apollo, I want it. I want you, I love you so much."

That was all I had to hear from my cute young man.

I replied, "I love you too.  And I will fuck you whenever you want me.  I
thought you had the hots for Linda?"

He did not answer.

I started kissing his butt and and massaged his anus with my tongue.  After
a while he started moaning, put it in me please.

I reached for the bag and fond the lubricant, putting some on his hole I
gently and slowly inserted one finger and I started massaging his tight
ass.  And after 5 minutes of finger fucking him I reached for a condom.  He
was lost totally, he was begging like crazy for me to fuck him hard.  I was
not in a hurry and gently parted his ass cheeks and pushed my cock head
slowly inside.

I stayed still for some time and than slowly inch by inch I started moving.
He was moaning with pleasure.  After five minutes he started moaning and
cheering because of pressure on his prostrate.  I started moving in and out
faster and harder.

I slowed down and slowly took my penis out.  I did not want him to come
before me.  I wanted to come with him so I turned him over and he put his
legs up to my shoulders.  I started fucking him once more but we also were
kissing each other.  We were both in heaven and soon we came together and
collapsed.

We stayed there for some more minutes until the mosquitos found us and we
could muster enough energy to walk back to the Jeep.

I stopped frequently along the way for lots of pictures, Crow's Nest
Mountain was fist class and the Frank Slide, in the early morning light of
the next day was fascinating.  I also got some black and whites of the old
Coke Ovens at Coleman, where we overnighted.

After the Frank Slide and Turtle Mountain we proceeded east and south
toward Waterton Park, camping at Red Rock Canyon and hiking for a week.
Waterton Lakes offered some spectacular views and we were lucky enough to
get some great bear and bear grass shots along one of the trails.

Just behind the park office is a steep trail called the Bear's Hump.  It is
a very popular trail it is not all that long and while steep not to
difficult for most park visitors.  From the trail end, a first class
overview of Waterton Lake one is treated to some great photo opportunities.

We confined ourselves to day hikes only since this was more of a
reconnaissance trip then one packed with assignments.  Hiking on one of the
more popular trails we managed to get some great wildlife.  Crypt Lake is
tarn, in a cirque, at the head of a long deep valley.  The trail is nice
but not all the interesting as it winds and switch backs up to the cirque.
Just before the cirque which has a bedrock lip that obscures the beauty of
this place from the trail view is a cave like passage than up and over the
lip onto a beautiful sandy beach with a postcard like azure blue lake in
from of the cirque back wall and glacier remnant.  A lovely place for lunch
before you head back along the trail.  This is a relatively popular hiking
trail and we met a number of other hikers.

One unique feature of this hike is the trail head access is by boat from
Waterton town site.  The launch makes two runs out in the morning and two
returns in the late afternoon.  Otherwise you stay the night.  Wilderness
camping is permitted at the trail head and just before the cave passage.
Brad and I were day trippers.

It was about 3:30 in the afternoon and we wanted to catch the 4:30 launch
back to Waterton.  About a mile from the trailhead we encountered one of
the funniest and rewarding wildlife experiences ever.  Brad and I were in
the lead with about 15 other hikers strung out behind us.  We came around a
corner in the trail and stopped short.  Dead ahead of us was a yearling
Grizzly sitting in the middle of the trail.

This bear was not threatening or anything like that in fact it was just
sitting there smelling and playing with the rocks and twigs laying next to
the trail.  In a jackrabbits flash I had my Nikon with the 28 to 80 zoom
out and was taking pictures.  Now the trail is a bit narrow so we did not
want to try and pass the bear.  No one behind us could pass us.  The hikers
started to jam up just like traffic at a stop light.  Brad had my digital
and I was burning film at a fantastic rate.  The bear offered some
wonderful expressions as it played.  Some of the hikers were getting just a
bit nervous not wanting to miss the launch time.  It is not a good idea to
antagonize a bear on a warm summer afternoon.  Especially one that commands
a narrow trail with steep banks both above and below.  Most of the hikers
move up to us snapping their pictures and backing off for the others.

The bear, a light cinnamon brown slowly got up looked at us as if to say
"Well I guess I have had enough fun holding up you humans" and turned
around presenting a large brown rump to us.  He ambled along the trail for
about the next quarter of a mile.  Its pace was decidedly slow but just
like traffic on a highway following a slow moving cop car no one was
willing to pass.  Finely it had enough of the game and moved off the trail
up the hill about 25' and sat down to watch the precession of hikers hurry
along the trail.  I was glad we were in the lead as I probably got 100
first class bear frames to choose from.

Everyone did make it to the launch site in time too.  One of the park
rangers later told us that bear had been doing that for several weeks.  It
was feeding on the abundant berries near the trail and just seemed to enjoy
giving the hikers a bit of a nature thrill.  The ranger thought the bear
enjoyed the encounters as much or more than the hikers.  All I know is he
was the best natural model I ever saw with fir, Brad is the best without
fir.

Our weather was near perfect.  These were f16 at 125, polarizing filter
days.  Just enough puffy white clouds to be interesting.  Inside the park
gate, well perhaps a mile in, the local utility company had placed a
platform on top of a power pole.  The platform was occupied by a Osprey
pair with a huge nest full of fledgelings.  I got some outstanding shots,
not 100% natural but still great pictures. (note: that Osprey nest stage is
no long)

As we headed back across the boarder I noticed some interesting
opportunities to photograph Chief Mountain.  The light was not right for me
so we did some reconnaissance and found a perfect location to shoot from.
It took us a while to locate the land owner and gain access permission.  I
wanted to shoot from the other side of a rancher's field some distance to
the east.  I have always found that the best policy is seeking permission
from ranchers and farmers before entering their land.  Most are cooperative
and this rancher was no exception.  His only request was to make sure we
closed the gates.  Brad made sure we had his address and name so we could
send him a print or two of our results.

We camped in the field that night and by 9:30 the next morning I had my
film exposed.  Sharing a bed with Brad is great but sharing a sleeping bag,
in the cool mountain air is something else.  Our bodies melt into each
other and every point of contact, that soft smooth skin of youth, is pure
sensuality.  Brad had the hots for me, no doubt about that.  He had the
hots for Linda, I was sure about that.  When they get around to sex then
the boy will be betwixt and between.

It was a powerful image, if I say so myself, the rising golden sun on the
mountain, "alpine gold", was some of the best I had ever seen.  Brad said
he could feel the energy as I worked.  I don't know about that but I sure
could feel his energy as we approached West Glacier, this time taking
highway 2 instead of going through the park.

That afternoon and evening Brad spent his time with Linda, in fact I did
not see him from the time we arrived until almost midnight when he came to
bed.  Nothing helps me sleep better then expending sexual energy on some
one you love.  Okay, expended sexual energy in any form is good but when
you love the other person it is even better.  I remembered his incredulous
comment about girls not being interested in him.  Well he sure found at
least one to dispel that myth.

As he crawled into our motel bed his cock was soft and useless.  I figured
she hauled his ashes and then some.  Brad put his head right to my crotch
and we 69's.  His mouth clamped on my erection as his tongue began dancing
around my cock head.  He had one hand on my testicles gently manipulating
them between his long fingers and the other in my ass giving my prostrate a
wonderful work out.  I began slowly licking my way from the base of his
balls to the top of his cock bring back his erection in what seemed like
seconds.  Using my index finger on his prostrate through his anus and my
thumb on the outside I began deep throating him long after I ejaculated
until he filled my mouth with his sweet and salty fluid.  As we drifted off
to sleep I wondered how a three way might be arranged Brad could fuck Linda
and I could fuck him.  A Bradley sandwich, I wondered.