Now, since the camp staff was, but for a woman or two, entirely male, and we served a mostly male clientele, actually knowing female guests was a Good Thing. So, when they came down mid-week to do some drinking, we headed out, despite the fact that this broke several camp rules. After a few good snorts, we're all pretty loose, at which point A Friend Who Shall Remain Nameless save for his monnikker "The Chicken", suggested that they "Take of all their clothes and run naked through the forest".

In later tellings of this story, he would imply that it was yours truly, Charlie Bill, who was to fault. I, being a gentleman, refuted this on principle. In actuality, it was likely that we both said it.

This being said, the two women disappeared behind a giant pine tree. Now, we didn't know these women all that well: we'd hung out with them a few times, and been drinking with them before. At this point, however, they were far from the longtime friends they were to become. I fully expected them to step out from behind the tree, or at most teasingly dangle a shirt from behind the tree. When one of them stuck her head out to ask if Chris would be mad if they got naked, he replied "Just keep your panties on".

Well, the next thing we know, there they are streaking across the campsite in their delicates. We just sat there in a stunned silence. After all, this was the thing of legend: Not only did we have women down in camp, but had them drunk and running through the forest in their unmentionables. They ran back behind the tree, retrieved their clothing, and returned to the party.

The next morning, the wakeup crew came to my and my friend's tent and woke us up. As we lay in our cots in morning denial, the events of the evening came back to us: We'd had women running through the forest nearly naked on a work night. We were only a few hundred feet from the road--the same road a whole cluster of campers would have traveled down for a night hike. Dan turned to me and croaked: "we are going to be so fired".