So, growing up I was always the one who loved camping. My father used to take me camping, mostly because he wanted to rock climb and he needed someone to hold the rope for him. Though he did try to teach me.
Anyways this happened at a time when I was developed, but before stopped camping so much (was having difficulty with my back) being a woman physically I've learned my own method of releiving self without wetting cloths lol. Basically laying on front like doing push ups. So I get up, and suddenly yelped and danced around, shorts around ankles. I had a wolfspider in my shorts. It leaves, but suddenly I find myself standing there redfaced. Apparently the place I picked to go wasn't as descrete as thought. There was two women standing there staring at me from the trail...
