Goin' Out To Cally – Part 30, Sound Effects

Ready for a break, we returned to Bone 19 at Bedrock City after a long trek up and down the Grand Canyon trails. Tim and Beth decided to venture into the unknown that lie behind the great wall of Bedrock City while Sunday and I, utilizing a far more limited budget, decided to implement the “wait and see” approach… as in we’ll wait and see the video tape Tim was going to take of the mystery that is Bedrock City.

Tim and Beth were not gone very long, which was not a good sign. Tim and I had a long history of complete day-long adventures to Disney World and Busch Gardens. We liked to arrive when the park opened and leave when the park closed. As Tim and Beth exited Bedrock City after just over an hour I knew that the interior of Bedrock City was far less eventful than what my imagination had conjured.

Upon reviewing the video tape and listening to Tim and Beth’s descriptions, the magic behind the wall, at the cost of an additional $7.50, was nothing more than a big Flintstone themed playground with such items as a brontosaurus dinosaur that was just an excuse for a large playground slide, a pet “Dino” that barked when you stood on mat in front of it, a fake Flintstones car, a fake Flintstones house, etc.

It was completely underwhelming. It was like discovering King Kong was actually a cardboard cutout of Curious George.

Disappointed and thoroughly exhausted from our day of hiking, we all got ready for bed. The campground of Bedrock City had thinned out a bit and, being in a higher elevation, this night the temperature began to drop immediately after sunset… much colder than the night before. We all got dressed into our sleeping clothes, which mostly consisted of sweat pants, shirts, socks, etc. Tim and Beth snuggled together in their warm sleeping bags, oblivious to the increasingly chilly weather.

Sunset at Bedrock City

Sunday and I, however, struggled to keep warm while lying on my sleeping bag, each of us with only our thin Florida weather only blankets atop us. Almost in unison did Sunday and my bodies begin to shiver. Our blankets fluttered as if it were holding a thousand moths trying to break free. After a few more moments of isolated freezing and occasional teeth chattering I whispered to Sunday, “Damn! I’m cold!”

“I’m freezing too!” she whispered back through her vibrating jaw.

Immediately, and out of necessity, Sunday and I quickly moved up next to each other. I wrapped my arms around her, spooning her as she combined our light blankets into one. We desperately hoped that two bodies and two blankets would generate enough heat to warm ourselves enough so we could go to sleep.

Slowly, our body heat began to stem the tide of involuntary shivering to which we were both suffering. It was at that moment that we both realized we were, for a lack of a better word, cuddling. Granted, it was inspired out of true necessity, but now we found ourselves warm, in each others arms, in the dark.

I could feel a growing sense of awkwardness developing between us. Just then there was a strange, quiet sound.

“What’s that noise?” Sunday asked.

“I don’t know.” I whispered back into her ear.

We both moved our heads forward slightly, trying to identify the odd, subtle sounds near us. It was then that I realized what it was… but didn’t want to say.

Referring to our travel partners on the floor on the other side of the tent, I leaned close to Sunday’s ear and said “They’re making out.”

“They’re what?” she said almost loud enough for them to hear.

“I’m pretty sure they’re making out!” I whispered again.

I can state emphatically that sounds in real life are not the same as portrayed in the movies. Lips smacking, saliva swapping, heavy breathing… not really pleasant things to listen to in real life… especially when you’re not the one smacking, swapping or breathing. But what were Sunday and I to do? Leave? Are you kidding? We had just gotten warm! Plus, if we stayed in the tent we knew things would only progress so far between our travel companions.

So, we remained silent in our uncomfortable embrace and waited as quietly as we could. After a few more painfully awkward moments our bodies again began to shiver, but this time due to intense, concealed laughter.

“Sounds gross!” she chuckled.

“Shhh!” I pleaded with her, about to burst into loud laughter, “Try to ignore it!”

But we couldn’t. The tent was only eight feet wide! It was like trying to ignore the new and unknown squeaking noise coming from your car or the clicking sound of your ceiling fan in your bedroom as you try to go to sleep. The harder we tried not to listen, the more invasive the sounds became.

For what seemed like an eternity, Sunday and I lay there, trying to keep silent so as not to embarrass our friends while, at the same time, trying to avoid the obvious embarrassment we felt between each other.

Eventually the sounds of intimacy from the other side of the tent subsided and Sunday and I were finally able to fall asleep, ending our fifth day on our trip to Cally.

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Part 21, (Text, Audio) - Part 20, (Text, Audio) - Part 19, (Text, Audio)
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Part 15, (Text, Audio) - Part 14, (Text, Audio) - Part 13, (Text, Audio)
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Part 09, (Text, Audio) - Part 08, (Text, Audio) - Part 07 (Text, Audio)
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