#camping Smoky lake

[superblysubpar]

thank you so much for requesting anon, and thanks for your patience in waiting for this. Hope you like where I took it 😅 Is it a hushed conversation between kisses? Idk. Do they kiss? Kind of. Do they need to be quiet? yes?

1164 words

warnings: SMUT (finger sucking| PIV intercourse - creampie | technically you're camping & have to be quiet for this reason, but it's not really explicitly stated) | my blog is 18+

Despite the hot breath at your temple dotted with sweat, goosebumps rose on your skin. It seemed only Steve Harrington could pull them from you, the sort of primal reactions and sounds your body couldn’t deny.

He had a knack for it - a useless talent to some, an addiction if you asked him, a weapon he absolutely knew how to wield in your opinion.

Maybe it’s the way his hand curled on your hip. The way the rough pads of his fingertips soothed against heated skin. How they skated over elastic and snapped it against your body, accompanied by his mouth opening against the hinge of your jaw he’d traveled down to.

Not kissing you. Not licking or sucking. Just opening his mouth and breathing.

You hated that you whined.

Steve smiled against your neck, he couldn’t help it. And if he wasn’t painfully hard against your ass, he’d do this all night long.

He let his nose drag lower, then back up, indulging in the scent of you - mixed with the lake and bonfire, something sweet and smoky - addicting, like a freaking smore. Like he could have twenty of you and never be full or sick from such a sweet treat. He paused just behind your ear as his fingers slipped over the wet cotton in front of you and he felt your body go rigid against him, like you were holding your breath.

Everything was louder - your heartbeat in your ears, the crickets, the faint crackle of the dying fire now popping and hissing loudly as you waited. Your bare legs slipped against the cool sleeping bag, fingers digging into the flannel pillowcase as your teeth did the same to your bottom lip.

When Steve finally brushed a finger over cotton, giving the part of you throbbing and aching for attention, you gasped, hips wiggled quickly, searching for more, and he pulled away as soon as they did.

You groaned, loudly, and his hand was quick to jump over your mouth, which only had your eyes rolling back.

“Honey,” he spoke directly into your ear and his cheek pulled between his teeth when he saw how the press of his lips there had your eyelashes fluttering. “If you can’t be quiet…” He started to pull his body away, and your hands caught his wrist, keeping him locked around you.

Steve swallowed, watching from over your shoulder how your chest heaved, glistening with sweat. Your shirt and little sleep shorts guilty of this whole scenario he finds himself in, discarded and crumpled in the corner of the tent. He could have removed those from you an hour ago, his brain’s a little fuzzy - senses in overdrive wanting to get every sigh and whimper and twitch of your body he could get out.

“Please,” you begged in a hoarse whisper, turning your head as his hand fell from your lips, but not straying to far, fingers curled around your chin, thumb soothing over your jaw. Your nose drags over his before lips pressed a wet and desperate kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll be good, please.”

You watched him under heavy lids, taking in the pink flush of his cheeks, blown out pupils quickly replacing the honey in his eyes, so you took his hand and pressed two fingers to your lips, and waited.

Steve’s throat bobbed as your tongue licked the pad of one, running up the seam of the digits pressed together until you were taking both tips into your mouth and sucking.

He wasn’t the only one who had a weapon to wield, who had an addiction to getting those same primal reactions out of him.

Your cheeks hollowed, his eyelids grew heavy, fluttering as his cock twitched against you and a rumble of something in his chest pressed into your spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped, forehead knocking your temple as he rolled his hips against you.

He quickly pulled his fingers from where they were flattened over your tongue, wet fingers pushed down your black underwear and then his own. Steve’s length slipped between your legs, before his arm was wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to him as his tip glided through your slick.

“So wet, baby,” he whined into your ear, fingers digging into your abdomen as you shivered when he pressed at your entrance. “Jus’ for me? Jus-just waiting for this all night?”

You nodded, warmth flooding your body at his words, the truth of them, and the way he pushed slowly inside of you.

Fingers gripped his forearm that only tightened around you, before his hand roamed down, over your thigh and back up to your hip, pulling you open so he could slip in deeper.

Steve made a sort of strangled noise against the back of your neck, pressed fully against your ass as your head fell back in a gasp, resting on his shoulder. He sat still, twitching inside of you until you were throbbing around him, fingers digging into the cool material beneath you and nodding, silently telling him to move.

It was all slow drags out and a forceful thrusts back in, each one picking up speed, making you both try to hold in your ragged and loud breaths. Steve pressed his nails into your thigh, nose and lips a ghost along your shoulder. Your walls sucking him in, yet coating him in slick in a way you hadn’t before had him quietly cursing, swearing and praising you in the same breath.

He scratched up your thigh when your hips rolled back against him, lips finding his neck and pressing kisses to any skin you could reach. His fingertips slipped over your clit, quietly swearing again at how wet you were and how you moaned when he made a second figure eight over the bundle of nerves.

“Steve,” you spoke into his jaw, fingers curled in the hair at the back of his neck, the other tugging at anything in front of you to hold on to as he pounded into you harder, but at the same consistent rhythm. As his tip hit that spot deep inside of you over and over again, the place only Steve Harrington had a knack for finding or being able to reach, white heat poured over you, heartbeat rushing in your ears as he took you higher.

He could feel you squeezing around him, feel the way your body shook against his, his own orgasm held off until you opened your mouth just below his ear.

You didn’t kiss him. You didn’t lick or suck or bite. You were just breathing.

A harder tug of his hair in your fingers, an arch of your back, eyelids fluttering, and a sort of hitched breath that warmed across his skin all made him fall over the edge he’d taken you both to. As goosebumps erupted down his arms, he spilled inside of you, both of you gripping the others body like it was your only way out alive.

He hated that he whined.

You smiled against his neck, you couldn’t help it.

[tomatoluvr69]

Yayyyyyyy my labor day weekend plans. We’re driving to the Smokies to paddle to a remote lake island bc I can’t backpack right now, then camping there until Tuesday <3 goodbye weekend warriors if I don’t return to this blog it means I got eaten by a bear or had too much molly and drowned but either way I died doing what I loved. Love you all H.A.G.S.

[skpct]

Day 143: Big Lake Youth Camp. 650 miles from the Northern Terminus.

It’s been a bit smoky, unfortunately. Lots of fires, as I’m sure y’all know. Oregon is famous for its mosquitoes, they’ve been quite the nuisance. The upside of that is that I’ve gotten GREAT at swatting mosquitoes. I can snatch them out of the air now.

Getting out of Crater Lake wasn’t too bad (thanks mom and dad!). I even got to slackpack a little. The highlight of that day was definitely staying in the Maiden Peak Cabin. It’s a little backcountry cabin ski cabin that hikers can use in the summer. Very cute and very well maintained.

Past that, I started running into tons of lakes. Super nice, and the mosquitoes were surprisingly not that bad at most of them. We also got a little bit of fog, and some rain too. Hopefully it helped get those fires under control.

Probably the coolest part of this last stretch has been the mountains. The three sisters wilderness is incredible. I took a little video of this one view that I had.

I guess the three sisters are technically volcanoes. They’re incredible, anyway. I also passed though the obsidian limited entry area. It was really cool. The ground was littered with little chunks of obsidian.

Well, I’d stay at big lake youth camp for days if I could, they feed you for free! But I have to make miles, so I must March north. Until my next post, peace!

[aturnoftheearth]

Top 5 places you wanna travel to

ohhhhh boy

great smoky mountains national park - would u believe i only live like- 8 hours away?? but i wanna go during autumn so badly im hoping for this autumn!!!!!

the great lakes - for obvious reasons. would love to listen to the ghost on the shore there. alive from whispering pines michigan advertisement worked.

acadia national park or really anywhere in maine - i’ve been to maine once and it was beautiful and i’ve longed to go back ever since

badlands national park - i’ve actually been here but i wanna go again bc it was like 95 degrees that day with full sun so we were kinda like. okay get a picture and leave lmfao

the ozarks or surrounding areas - i just think the little waterfalls and rivers and streams and trees and random rocks are all so unique and beautiful i would love to camp there !!!!

i kept it limited to the states bc i doubt i’ll ever have the means or resources to travel abroad and that would be a whooole other list lol

[cagenewman]

TASK #14 LET'S TAKE A TRIP

is your character local to Merrock, or did they move to town from somewhere else? Cage was born and raised in Merrock, Maine, and although he lived on the road for a time, he has never really had another 'home base.'

does your character travel frequently? Yes and no. Traveling for fun, or vacation, not as much as he used to, but he actually does make a lot of little trips up and down the coast for his work, to pick up things to use in his projects.

what was their favorite spot they’ve ever traveled to? He absolutely loved Joshua Tree, and would probably go back to Finland if given the chance.

what was their least favorite spot that they’ve ever traveled to? Literally the entire state of Connecticut.

is there a place that they’ve always wanted to visit? He'd love to go to Ireland someday, as someone who was born on St. Patrick's Day. Just to say that he did it.

if they had to take a solo trip anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? He'd find himself in the mountains somewhere, far, far away from the rest of the world, with just a stack of firewood and a fridge full of food for a week.

if they had to take a family/group trip anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Somewhere like Lake Tahoe or the Great Smoky Mountains, just because he thinks that it would be peaceful, but also have a lot for the kids to enjoy.

do they prefer to fly or drive when it comes to traveling? Drive. He's actually not a huge fan of flying and can get kind of cranky.

when traveling, do they have an itinerary, or are they doing things as the inspiration hits? When you have kids, you have to do both: have an idea of what's going on at all times, and the understanding that it's probably not actually going to go as planned, so it's okay to just go do things.

hotel, motel, bed & breakfast, camping, rental home – where are they staying when they travel? Bed and breakfast or rental home if he's traveling with someone, camping if he's out on his own, but he doesn't have anything against hotels.

light packer or heavy packer? Light packer.

do they start packing way ahead of time, or is this a last minute, throw it in a suitcase kind of thing? Last minute, throw it in the suitcase.

most often forgotten item when traveling? Razor.

the item they double, triple check for when traveling? His cross, his boots, and his wallet.

do they splurge on trips, or try to do them on a budget? Mostly budget, but doesn't mind splurging every now and then if the right thing pops up and steals his interest.

are they the kind to try all of the local cuisine, or do they stick with the stuff that they know they will like? Local cuisine, but hey -- a burger is a burger, no one's going to judge you for stopping a little diner off the beaten path and getting a favorite.

more the adventurous type, or do they like to party and hit up the nightlife? Absolutely more of the adventure type. If it's something like New Orleans, with Mardi Gras and the Super Bowl and everything, he might do a little partying, but if he has his way, he's always going to choose to be up and adventuring.

international travel, or stick to the States? Stick to the States.

do they record their travels any way, like in a travel journal, scrapbooking, online, on social media? He takes a lot of photos, but they mostly stay in albums on his phone or back-ups, except for a few that make it to social media or even on the wall.

and lastly… do they use the pillow provided, or their own? His own.

[fan-clan-fun]

Due to the length of the submission, I'm posting it as is. It looks like a lot of work was put into this though, so good job!

SkyClan

The Generous and Excitable

Leader: Applestar — white she-cat with pale yellow eyes  

Deputy: Dawnpelt — long-haired light cream tabby tom  

Medicine Cat(s):

Larkleap — long-haired golden tabby tom 

Bluebellfur — calico she-cat with a fluffy tail 

Ambassador: Songclaw — dark-colored she-cat  

Warriors:

Stormfoot — long-haired light brown tabby tom 

Bloomfur — long-haired golden brown tabby tom 

Brookflower — long-legged pale tortoiseshell-and-white tom 

Weedsong — three-legged smoky black tom with darker splotches 

Curlycloud — very small flame-colored she-cat 

Lionstripe — deaf smoky she-cat with hazel eyes 

Sunpelt — long-haired flame-colored she-cat 

Paleclaw — battle-scarred black she-cat with amber eyes 

Storkflight — dark brown tabby tom with dark blue eyes 

Blackbelly — white tom with blue eyes 

Sleekwing — big dusky brown tom  

‎Lightningwillow — snowy white jack.

Apprentices:

Harepaw — long-haired golden tabby she-cat 

Stumpypaw — long-haired charcoal tabby she-cat  

Queens:

Leafwing — swift calico she-cat with a twisted left hindpaw and orange eyes (permanent queen) 

Thistlefoot — pale tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat (mother to Shrewkit, a red tom with a sliced ear; Crowkit, a light gray tabby she-kit; Brightkit, a long-legged smoky black she-kit; and Owlkit, a silver she-kit, all 8 moons old (apprenticeship delayed due to injury)) 

Liontail — long-haired red she-cat (permanent queen)  

Elders:

Mudstone — calico tom 

Graywish — mottled golden tabby she-cat  

Territory:

SkyClan's hunting grounds are a large mountain range covered in a dense forest. Its main trees are redwoods and firs . It is a tough and dangerous place for loners and any other cats who don't know how to survive there.

Camp:

In the treetops of a large cottonwood. The dens are in old owl's nests or woven from thin branches and padded with moss for insulation. The main gathering point is in the clearing below, which is accessible via a thick vine. There is a stream running through the main clearing, which contains plentiful fish.

Landmarks:

Treecutplace - A place where Twolegs grow spruce trees and cut them down. The place is not too dangerous, so sometimes cats go there to hunt.

Twoleg Dock - A twoleg dock off the shore of a small lake, which is usually used by them for anchoring their water monsters.

Dog Den - A sandy cave in a boulder, where a Dog has made its den. Because of this, the cave is always avoided by patrols.

Water Monster - An abandoned twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of a small river.

Traditions:

Leaders can retire, giving away all of their remaining lives except one

The clan is led by a council of the leader, medicine cat(s), ambassador and deputy

The clan is entirely made up of kittypets and loners

Beliefs:

Religion: they listen to what StarClan has to say, but ultimately make their own decisions

ANGELICACLAN

The Idiotic and Capable

LEADER

 YELLOWSTAR—a cream classic "pseudo-tabby" tom, with long fur, and green eyes.

DEPUTY

 MURKHEART—a blue she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.

MEDICINE CAT:

 BUZZARDSTONE—a short haired, chocolate she-cat, with amber eyes.

AMBASSADOR:

 SCOUTWISH — icy white senior tom with a heavily scarred face.

WARRIORS

CORMORANTWHISKER—a black she-cat, with short fur, and green eyes.

CROWHEART—a black she-cat, with short fur, and gold eyes.

TANSYTHROAT—a red spotted "pseudo-tabby" she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.

SPIDERCLAW—a black she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.

ROOKLEG—a short haired, black spotted tabby tom, with gold eyes.

POPPYWHISKER—a short haired, chocolate and red, mackerel calico-tabby she-cat, with green eyes.

‎Dove— spiky-furred, chocolate tortie point senior molly with a heavily scarred face and body and a seemingly permanent frown.

APPRENTICES

BEEPAW—a red mackerel "pseudo-tabby" she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.

SLUGPAW—a short haired, black tom, with hazel eyes.

GORSEPAW—a short haired, red mackerel tabby tom, with amber eyes.

LIMPETPAW—a chocolate and red, spotted tortoiseshell she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes.

QUEENS

EGRETEAR—a short haired, white she-cat, with amber eyes.

COOTBLAZE—a black and red, mackerel calico she-cat, with short fur, and amber eyes.

CUCKOOSTORM—a blue she-cat, with long fur, and amber eyes.

ELDERS

FOXSTRIPE—a red mackerel "pseudo-tabby" tom, with long fur, and gold eyes.

‎‎Shatterblossom — silver classic tabby tom with a heavily scarred face, missing claws and thick fur like a lion's mane, partially deaf.

Territory:

AngelicaClan's hunting grounds are mostly made up of thick forested hills. Its main trees are sycamores and alders. The ground is covered in fallen leaves. a river runs through the center of the territory. There are mountains to the north.

Camp:

Sheltered beneath the canopy of several ancient aspen trees, providing the AngelicaClan cats with dens beneath the roots and in some low-down owl's nests. The camp is surrounded by dense undergrowth. The entrance is a fallen tree that forms a bridge over the wall.

Landmarks:

Dark Woods - A patch of dense woodland, where many strange plants grow. Prey likes to hide here, but so do bears..

Water Monster - A twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of a small river.

Heron's Barn - A small twoleg barn that is home to an aggressive loner named Heron, who often attacks clan cats.

The Salmon Stream - A wide brook which usually contains all sorts of fish, mostly Salmon, in all seasons.

The Mole Tree - An ancient cottonwood tree where many Moles live, but also a dog.

Traditions:

The clan is led by a council of the leader, medicine cat(s), and deputy

AngelicaClan has a specialized rank the Ambassador since AngelicaClan accepts any loners or kittypets who wants join they have someone help the loners and kittypets get use to the territory the Ambassador, who must be a former kittypet/loner themselves. AngelicaClan shares this rank with Skyclan   

Beliefs:

Religion: they listen to what StarClan has to say, but ultimately make their own decisions

CIDERCLAN

The Delightful and Well-developed

LEADER

‎ ‎ ‎Dandelionstar — black tabby senior jack with a dull pelt and strawberries tucked into their chest fur.

DEPUTY

‎ ‎ ‎Magnoliagrowl — gray-and-white jack with an oddly-shaped paw.

HEALERS

‎ ‎ ‎Rosefeather — young, black-and-white broken mackerel tabby jack.

‎ ‎ ‎Acorngale — freckled chocolate torbie-and-white jack.

WARRIORS

‎ ‎ ‎Splashwillow — bark brown tabby senior tom with a heavily scarred face and body.

‎ ‎ ‎Gravelprance — thin, silver mackerel tabby tom.

‎ ‎ ‎Falconbounce — mackerel tabby tom.

‎ ‎ ‎Cometfeet — pleasant, chestnut molly.

‎ ‎ ‎Flickeringstrike — lilac-ginger calico tom, virtually deaf

 ‎Pumpkinpoppy — densely-furred, silver tabby senior jack.

‎ ‎ ‎Mistletoemouse — bony, caramel-and-white jack with darker-colored ears

‎ ‎ ‎Brook — wiry-furred, cinnamon-and-white senior tom with a heavily scarred face, a long scar across his side and large ears.

 ‎‎Flamingmelody — calico jack.

APPRENTICES

‎ ‎ ‎Sailpaw — coltish, brindled silver molly.

‎ ‎ ‎Azaleapaw — copper-and-white tabby jack.

‎ ‎ ‎Dustpaw — newly-apprenticed, beige tabby tom.

NURSERY

‎ ‎ ‎Thistlefrost — honey-colored tabby molly.

‎ ‎ ‎currently caring for:

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Dancekit — lilac-and-white molly.

ELDERS

‎ ‎ ‎Heatherwish — freckled chocolate caliby jack, partially deaf.

‎ ‎ ‎Hazelflower — stout, caramel tom with a dull pelt, orange ears and faint tabby markings.

  Rainacorn — elderly, mottled caramel tom with a seemingly permanent frown, a long scar across his back and paralyzed hind legs.

Territory:

CinderClan's hunting grounds are in an abandoned twolegplace. It is very overgrown, and all of the wooden doors have rotted away. It is now mostly flooded. CinderClan is unbothered by twolegs.

Camp:

In a twoleg watch tower. The main rooms are used as dens, with the leader's den closest to the entrance. A large hole in the attic wall serves as a lookout point.

Landmarks:

The Hickory Bridge - A fallen Hickory tree that forms a bridge across a small ravine. 

Tall Willows - A large grove of very tall Willow trees that was planted by twolegs. It is home to many lapwings, but also some snakes.

Water Monster - An abandoned twoleg water monster (boat) anchored on the shore of The Carp Stream.

The Carp Stream - A brook which usually contains all sorts of fish, mostly Carp, in all seasons.

Cave - A large cavern on the side of a hill.

Traditions:

Kits are usually named after a recently deceased cat

Warriors and queens vote on important clan choices

All kits are named by the leader

Beliefs:

Religion: they have their own ancestors that they follow, called ClawClan

BARNCLAN

The Hardworking and Reliable 

LEADER

‎ ‎ ‎Voltstar — silver senior molly.

‎DEPUTY

‎ ‎ ‎Ripplegrip — agile, honey-colored speckled tabby molly.

HEALER

‎ ‎ ‎Duckspeckles — red tabby molly.

WARRIORS

‎ ‎ ‎Greenwave — freckled chestnut-and-white tom with a white leg.

‎ ‎ ‎Gladewave — tortoiseshell senior tom.

‎ ‎ ‎Mumblingwater — dappled snowy white tom.

‎ ‎ ‎Birchfluff — solid ashy gray molly.

‎ ‎ ‎Lilycinders — mottled lilly white tom.

‎ ‎ ‎Chivefish — brindled smoky black senior molly with rose petals tucked into her tail fur.

‎ ‎ ‎Flinteyes — black-and-white senior jack with a sagging pelt, a cream-colored tail tip and a cream-colored paw.

‎ ‎ ‎Slitheradder — smoky black molly with light amber eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎Stagfall — dappled beige tom with a cream-colored chest.

‎ ‎ ‎Tarbeard — lavender tabby senior molly with a dull pelt.

‎ ‎ ‎Squirrelprod — freckled caramel tom.

APPRENTICES

‎ ‎ ‎Shedpaw — coltish, mottled honey-colored-and-white molly with tiny emerald eyes, cream-colored paws and black socks.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Warrior Name : Shedfern.

‎ ‎ ‎Rainpaw — solid blue-gray tom with one crooked tooth.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Warrior Name : Rainhackle.

NURSERY

‎ ‎ ‎Boltcloud — cute, black-cream tortie point senior jack.

‎ ‎ ‎Cardinaldapples — copper senior jack.

‎ ‎ ‎currently nursing:

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Windkit — russet molly with a wide gremlin-like face.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Warrior Name : Windmist

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Briarkit — mottled russet molly with light yellow eyes, very dark tabby markings and a cream-colored chest and underbelly.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Warrior Name : Briartooth

ELDERS

‎ ‎ ‎Hatchfern — elderly, honey-colored tom, completely blind.

‎ ‎ ‎Woodsong — reddish-orange jack with a seemingly permanent frown, a triangular face and large ears.

‎ ‎ ‎Bubblingash — chocolate-and-white tom with icy blue eyes and a mostly silver face, completely deaf.

Territory:

BarnClan's hunting grounds are in a series of barns and farm land with a twoleg railroad to the north.

Camp: in a large twoleg barn, the stables are used as dens with the leader's den closest to the entrance. A large window in the attic serves as a lookout point.

Landmarks:

Sleeping Monster - A sleeping monster that hasn’t moved for as long as any cat can remember.

Carrionplace - A place where Twolegs throw garbage and scraps. There are many rats there, so it is a popular hunting place for BarnClan cats.

Twoleg Railroad - A wide twoleg railway. However, it is abandoned and twoleg monsters hardly ever drive across it.

Island Rocks - A warm pile of stones near the shore of a small river. A very good hunting spot because many sparrows live there in burrows.

Tumble's Barn - A twoleg barn that is home to a friendly loner named Tumble, who often helps clan cats.

Pine's Barn - A large twoleg barn that is home to a lazy kittypet named Pine.

Traditions:

Kits are sometimes stolen from other clans and raised without knowing the truth

Warriors get to pick their own names

Beliefs:

Religion: all BarnClan cats are reincarnated when they die, so they see StarClan as impartial judges of what kind of life a cat should be reborn into, rather than ancestors

[thesugarclubs-blog]

The Summer Camp - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: murder, blood, oral (m receiving), friday the 13th vibes, Minors DNI

word count: 9.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1271991584-the-summer-camp-willow

Masterlist

“I promise sweetheart, you’re going to love this place.” Willows's mother excitedly tapped on the steering wheel after rambling through the only five perks Howling Woods Summer Camp had to offer.

 “I went here when I was your age and it’s how—“ 

“You met dad… I know mom.” Willow finished for her mother. A nervous pit of anxiety filled her stomach. At 18 the last thing she wanted to do this summer was babysit a bunch of snot-nosed kids but her mother promised that if she at least went one year, Willow could pick the out-of-state college she had her eye on.

“It’s gonna be a great sweetie.” her mother beamed from the driver's seat. 

Willow had her doubts about the extreme promises of newfound friendships and bonding activities. She’d rather be at home or at her spot by the beach reading or listening to her records before she inevitably left her small town for bigger and better things. This was her unfortunate last hurrah and it would take a lot for her to change her mind that this summer wasn’t going to blow. After what felt like a lifetime, her mother's car pulled into the gravel lot past the Howling Woods Summer Camp sign. 

They parked and Willow collected her things from the car and gave her mother one final goodbye before turning towards the camp. Her only sound of freedom was her mother's tires on the gravel behind her, fleeting off into the distance. The camp seemed normal, with a large mess hall to greet the campers and a row of cabins to the right tucked just along the tree line. 

Willow could already hear whooping and laughter followed by the unmistakable sounds of splashing as her feet carried her towards the lake. She tutted along with her duffel bag hanging off of her shoulder until a petite redhead came into view. The girl was sitting at the edge of one of the picnic tables watching over a group of kids playing with horse shoes. 

“Excuse me?” Willow’s voice cracked slightly. An awkward smile spread across her features as the girl turned. “I’m uh... I’m Willow. I’m supposed to check in with James?” 

The girl's brow furrowed for a moment before her eyes went wide, snapping her fingers. “Oh! You mean Bucky! Are you one of the new counselors?” She asked, standing up and clapping her hands together. 

Willow sighed with a soft nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“Well, Willow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Wanda! Come on, I’ll take you to see him.” Her voice was bubbly with a smoky quality to it that made Willow smile. Wanda snaked her arm with Willows and began leading her towards the lake. “Knowing him he’ll be down here with Stevie, pretending that they’re actually lifeguards.”

She nodded, taking note of another name to remember. They reached the lake and saw two young men jumping off a floating platform. “Boys! Come meet Willow!” Wanda called from the edge of the water.

Willow adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder and nervously chewed on her lip, and then she saw a man with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that she could see from afar emerge from the lake. 

Water dripped down his sculpted torso, his blue short shorts just barely clinging to his hips and muscular thighs. He had gorgeous, sharp cheekbones and full lips that curled in a smile the second he laid eyes on her. His friend was just as gorgeous and muscular with long blonde hair, large biceps, and a pair of bright red short shorts. 

"They like to think they're hot shit-- You left your whistles in the office, you goons!" Wanda called as she shook two yellow whistles in her hand. The dark-haired one flashed Willow a smile that made her knees knock together as he approached and stuck his hand out.

 "Sorry, Wands. Hi, I'm Bucky. This is Steve."

Willow stared, mouth open, for way longer than she should have done. It was only when Bucky raised his eyebrow at her that she realized and she shook her head slightly, putting her hand in his. “W-Willow” she managed, flushing pink.

Bucky‘s toothy grin was plastered to his face as he shook her hand, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. Willow felt goosebumps on her thighs and a solid flutter from the butterflies in her stomach. “Well, hey there,” Steve drawled as he squeezed excess lake water from his incredibly red, impossibly short shorts.

Willow cleared her throat and dropped her hand from Buckys extending it to Steve. “Nice to meet you both” she swallowed thickly. 

Steve brought her knuckles up and pressed his lips to them, “We are very happy to have you, Willow”. Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder, causing a booming laugh to leave his chest. 

“Will you boys behave?! You're gonna scare the poor girl away” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Sorry about them...”

"I promise we’ll behave now." Steve said, apologizing in a fake sickly sweet tone. His hair, a dark brown from being wet, fell into his stormy blue eyes. 

"Stevie, we all know y'all will not behave." Wanda said with an eye roll.

“You wound me.” Steve scoffed, a delicious smile forming on his lips as he slapped his huge hands against his bare chest. 

“If you're done screwing the new girl with your eyes, can one of you take her up to her cabin?” Wanda tilted her head to the side and snapped her gum at both men before slapping her hand flat against Bucky’s chest. The whistles rattled together as he took them and both men lifted them over their heads.

“Come on then, new girl. With me.” Bucky grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and unhooking Willow’s duffel from her arm. “I’ll take that, it’s a bit of a hike.” 

“Stick to the trail, Bucky! Don’t confuse her with your stupid shortcuts!” Wanda called after them and Bucky replied with a dismissive wave of his arm.

"So," Willow starts as they begin going up the trail, trying to ignore the chill that runs through her body at the sight of the towering trees closing off the trail on both sides, 

"What are we doing first?" She sees the ghost of a smirk cross his face before it's replaced with a serious face when he turns to her, "Training. You're not working with the kids on your own today."

Willow couldn't help but be surprised at his expression. She didn't think someone here actually took their job that seriously? She looked down at her feet for a second before Bucky leaned into her line of sight with a broad smile. 

His hand caught her arm and Willow felt like she was shocked. "I'm kidding. You think this place has fuckin' training?" he giggled as he continued walking, Willow rolling her eyes.

“Does this trail ever end?” She laughed softly as they headed further into the tree line. Bucky smirked, turning back to her. 

“Why? You afraid to be alone with little ole me?” He said mocking a pout. Slight irritation licked at her as that knee-knocking grin spread across his face again. 

“Maybe you should be the one afraid of me.” She smirked.

“I’m shaking.” Bucky laughed lightly, hand bumping Willow’s as they walked, sending a flare of heat down her spine.

He grinned at her and she felt butterflies in her stomach. God, he's cute.

"Nice to know someone around here has some bite. You're gonna need it, these kids are little fuckin' monsters."

Willow laughed as Bucky raised an eyebrow.

"I doubt they're that bad."

"Yeah? I caught two of them eating Elmer's glue right out of the tub like it was cake batter, another one got his head stuck in the railings of one of the cabin staircases and his friends covered his head in Crisco to try and get him out. And another duct taped his friend to a fucking tree and left him there during a storm. They're demons, and they'll eat you alive if you let them." He paused and looked her up and down. "But you look like you can handle 'em, darlin'."

“Sounds like a typical weekend in my hometown.” Willow deadpanned.

Bucky stopped and turned to face her before letting out a giant belly laugh.

“Yeah, New Girl, you’re gonna do fine,” he said, slinging his arm over her shoulders and continuing their journey. “Cabin’s just up here.”

They followed a small dirt path up to a large, log cabin. Willow stared up at the cobwebs and dust that adorned the porch. Some lawn chairs were scattered near the door and there were partially crushed beer cans littered across the entryway. 

Howling Woods was advertised as rustic and rugged, but this is not what Willow was expecting. Bucky ushered her up the stairs, giving a half bow as she giggled. 

“After you” he announced proudly, as he quickly swept an empty condom wrapper off the stairs and onto the ground. 

Well, she thought as her feet creaked against the wooden steps, at least the counselors seem to have fun here.

The two of them entered the cabin and Willow took in her surroundings. Messy bunk beds lined the wooden walls, with clothes trailing out of different suitcases and bags. “It’s …. nice” she commented, her brows furrowed as she walked further in. A floorboard creaked from a room beside her and just as she was about to open the door, a tall blonde leaped from behind in and wailed, his tongue hanging down his chin. Willow screeched and stumbled backward as her hand went flying into him. 

“Walker what the fuck!” Bucky pushed him back as the blonde howled with laughter.

"You dipshit." Bucky boomed at the blonde, looking like was about to beat him up. 

"Woah, back up, Barnes. I was just joking around." The blonde kid named John Walker, walked off before Bucky could sucker-punch him.

"You should be careful scaring people" Willow hummed just loud enough for him to hear. 

"And why is that sweetheart?" Walker turned around as he bounded down the creaky steps to look at her. 

"We're all alone out here in the woods, you don't know what's out there that might be bigger than you" she smirked and watched the color drain from his expression. 

"That was dark," Bucky laughed over her shoulder as he tossed her duffle bag onto the bed. "should I be worried about you getting cabin fever out here?"

“Don’t worry, Bucky.” She turned back and smiled sweetly, “you’ll be safe if I go crazy, you’re too cute to die.” 

He held his hand over his heart and sighed dramatically, “Thank God! I knew my dashing looks would get me more than just a good lay one day, too bad Johnny boy!”

John gave them both a dirty look, lingering more on Willow's face as she tried to hold back a giggle before he walked away. "He's fun" Willow stated with a deadpan face as she eyed the bunk beds to try and pick a clean looking one, Bucky laughing behind her, "Yup, Johnny boy is a hoot." He added sarcastically.

Willow plopped down on the twin mattress, a small puff of dust rising from the movement. She pulled her braid of long blonde hair over her shoulder. "So...which one is yours?" she asked, "I might want a tour sometime...since you did such a great job of walking me here, I mean."

She watched as Bucky's eyes went wide for a moment before taking a step towards her, "You definitely aren't shy." he started as he leaned down to her, "Are you, sweetheart?"

“I don’t know handsome,” Willow said, standing up, pressing Bucky backward a step. “I’d say I’m just, good at getting what I want.” She glanced down at his shorts, the outline of his dick prominent, before looking back up at Bucky and winking.

His eyes went wide and she watched his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Willow has always been a little disarming, guys never expected her to be as bold as she was. Bucky blushed and stammered, water still dripping from his hair down his chest. 

"I-- you--" 

"Don't dish it out if you can't take it, sweetheart," she whispered as she gently tugged on the whistle around his neck, watching his cock get hard. Those shorts really didn't conceal anything.

Leaning in even closer, she traced one of the water droplets with her finger down his chest, stopping as she reached his stomach. Bucky couldn’t help but tense his abs as he sucked in a shaky breath. Willow dropped her eyes again and then dragged them back up to his.

“Down boy,” she whispered, lifting the corner of her mouth in a smirk.

"Fuck." he whispered before he hungrily pushed her against the wall and engulfed her lips in a hungry kiss, so carnal and raw that it shocked her a little bit. Willow leaned into him, indulging his quick, hot tempered need to have her but she wanted to have some fun with the handsome camp supervisor first. 

Willow pushed against his chest with her hand as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, "So eager." she giggled and wrapped her fingers into the rope of his whistle. "Get on the bed," she ordered. 

His wet brown hair fell into his face as she pushed him back gently with the palm of her hand. He dropped to the bed using his hands to brace himself and leaned back so he could look at her. His blue eyes were bright and wide with excitement as she stood over him. "Atta boy," she smiled, "such a good listener."

Willow tilted her head, curling a piece of hair around her finger as her gaze traveled over his body, all toned and wet and laid out just for her. Not even an hour into her camp experience and she had the hottest counselor wrapped around her little finger. God, she was good. 

“Where to start…” she hummed, eyes falling to Bucky’s cock as he eagerly tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “Uh, uh, uh. Are you gonna be good for me, Bucky?”

A whine escaped his pink lips, nodding his head as his tongue ran over them. Willow shook her head unsatisfied, "Words, baby. So let's try it again; are you gonna be good?" She whispered as she leaned over him, a single finger trailing from the dip in his throat all the way up to under his dimpled chin as she looked into his beautiful, blown-out eyes.

"So good," Bucky whispered, long lashes fluttering closed as he tilted his head down. He pressed his soft lips to the palm of her hand and butterflies erupted under Willow's skin. 

She gripped his chin, pulling him up to her mouth. The kiss was all tongue and teeth again, soft whines coming from both of them. Willow wasn't sure what was happening, but she wanted to fuck him bad.

Willow felt the warmth of his large hands wrap around her, his touch setting fire to her already burning skin as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel just how painfully hard he was with every slight movement of her hips, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips. Bucky's body writhed beneath her, no doubt searching for any form of release. Willow nipped at his bottom lip, tugging gently as she pulled away. 

"Now, that's not behaving is it?" She asked breathlessly.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky gasped, stilling his hips as Willow buried her hands in his hair, twisting in the strands. “Buck! You in there?” came Steve’s voice from outside, just before he burst through the door. They turned to look at him, Willow still in Bucky’s lap, his hands on her waist.

Willow jumped out of Bucky’s lap and he stood up, running his hand through his hair as Steve stumbled through the door. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned. “What’s goin’ on in here?” 

“Nothing,” Willow and Bucky replied in unison. 

“Uh-huuuuhh. Sure. Buck, we gotta prep for the campfire session tonight.” He turned to Willow and wiggled his eyebrows. “You wanna see Buckaroo chop some wood for the fire? Or did you guys wanna save the wood for after hours if you know what I’m talkin’ about?” 

“ROGERS!” Bucky shouted. He lunged at his friend as he ran out of the room giggling while Bucky sighed.

“That punk has a sixth sense, I swear,” Bucky laughed a little awkwardly. 

“Well, his timing’s not the best, I’ll give you that,” Willow grinned, “but if I get to watch you put those muscles of yours to work I guess I can take a rain check.” She stepped up to him and kissed him again, short but full of fire. “We’re gonna finish this later,” she whispered against his mouth before turning and heading out of the cabin, leaving him slack-jawed and breathless.

Willow smiled to herself as she jogged back down the path, hearing splashing and laughter in the distance. She needed a second to cool off after that little moment in the cabin. It was a warm day anyway, and the slight breeze felt good against her skin. Bucky was wrapped around her little finger, and she was excited to see exactly what he was packing in those short shorts after the campfire.

She walked out by the water and looked down at the pier, watching the rest of the counselors splash around. As she stood watching, she heard a branch snap from the woods beside her, causing her to spin quickly and peer into the dark trees. “Bucky? Is that you?” Willow called.

Her breath accelerated as she looked around to see if she could see who was there. She started shaking, more branches cracking, the sounds becoming louder.

Walker stepped out from behind a tree, a smug grin on his face. Willow rolled her eyes and shook free of the creeping feeling that crawled up her spine. 

"You look disappointed I'm still alive." He laughed. "I come in peace," he held his hands in the air and joined her on the dock. "You know I thought I recognized that pretty blonde hair," he tugged on her braid as his breath made her skin hot. "You're that Voorhees weirdo. My dad knew your mom in high school. Heard she was a…" Walker's eyes turned down, trailing over her body, "freak. Are you like your momma?"

“You know nothing, John,” Willow replied through gritted teeth, taking a step back. “And I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.” 

John laughed, leaning against a wooden post as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Or what? You’ll set out your little lapdog Bucky on me? I heard she was a feisty one too, your mom, had a temper.” He taunts.

If only you knew... She thought as flashes of her mom's flaring temper around their house crossed her mind. Rolling her eyes, Willow shook those thoughts out and pushed on her hands to get up and leave, looking down at John, "I don't need to set someone on you, I can easily do what I want on my own, use that temper. So stay the fuck away from me, Walker!" She sneered at him before walking away from his smug face, hiding her shaking hands.

"You know," he yelled to her back as she crossed the dock. "They still tell stories about what they did to her back then." Willow stopped, straightening up. She had heard the stories too. They said it's why her mom wouldn't let her go out, no going to parties. The only thing she could do was sneak in and out her bedroom window every night. She was surprised when her mom offered to bring her here, no, nearly demanded it.

Anger flared in her chest as Walker chuckled from behind her. Her hands balled into fists as she spun back around and stomped toward him. Walker just grinned, arms crossed over his chest. “My dad said your mom had a real pretty mouth on her despite her being a freak.” He sneered. “Lookin’ at you now, I can see he was right. Like mother, like daughter.” Willow’s sneakers thudded against the old wood as she paced at him, throwing up her hands and shoving him back into the lake with every ounce of strength and rage in her. 

“Willow!” Bucky’s voice echoed against the trees behind her, “What are you doing!?”

“Taking out the trash- sorry for polluting the lake,” she said, glaring down at Walker who was standing waist-deep in the lake. 

“Fuck you, Voorhees, you’re a bigger freak than your mom!” Walker sneered. Willow took a step towards him but felt a hand on her arm, holding her back.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, "he's just a prick. Don't worry about him." Willow turned around and sniffled, tears misting her eyes. Bucky smiled and wiped them away, his thumb brushing her cheekbone softly. "He's gonna get canned at the end of the summer anyway." 

"WHAT?!" Walker shouted. 

"I SAID GARGLE MY BALLSACK, WALKER!" Bucky shouted. Willow laughed and Bucky blushed, gesturing toward the area where they were setting up the campfire. "C'mon. You can supervise me, give me tips on how to chop campfire wood."

He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together as he led them towards the others. “What was he saying to get you so wound up, New Girl?” He asked softly. 

“Just stupid shit about…ghosts” she muttered in return, frowning darkly before turning a beaming smile towards him. “Anyway, enough of that dick. If you get the biggest wood pile I’ll give you a reward. Maybe s’mores, or maybe something more…” she teased.

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her as they joined the other counselors in a small clearing. Steve gave them both a nod and a wink and Willow introduced herself to some of the others - Kate, Peter, Sam, Yelena, Scott, and Hope. Everyone was really friendly and welcoming as they planned the campfire activities. As Willow listened to Peter excitedly ramble about his favorite campfire songs, her eyes wandered to Bucky as his pile of wood grew taller. The veins in his hands bulged as they flexed around the handle of the axe. Her eyes ran up his muscular forearms, to his bulging biceps, and finally- his incredibly lean shoulders. She practically drooled as beads of sweat ran down his chiseled abs. He made eye contact with her and gave her a shit-eating grin  before he wound up and brought a powerful strike down against the block of wood. A deafening crack sang through the clearing as she imagined him splitting her open, in an entirely different way. Peter nudged an elbow into Willow’s side, hurtling her consciousness back to Earth. 

“Can you even hear me? Seems like the two of you have really bonded” he said with a wink. 

Willow blushed hard. “Yeah well, we got interrupted before we could really bond if you know what I mean.” she sighed.

Yelena’s eyes widened as she nudged Willow, “Damn new girl, you’re settling in just fine!” She commented, sending Kate and Wanda into a fit of giggles. 

“Well, he can’t seem to stop staring at you. So it looks like you’ve got yourself something fun to do for the summer.” Hope replied with a wink.

Willow chuckled and her smile widened as she thought about the prospect of spending time with Bucky. And her thoughts were fucking filthy.

She barely had the mind to see Steve wandering over. He shooed Peter away with his hand, flicking his lighter on and plunking himself down next to her. His legs straddled the massive log with ease as he stuffed his lighter away and rocked in closer so that his face was nearly touching the side of hers. "Whatcha thinking about?" He whispered, taking a puff of his cigarette. 

She turned, their eyes meeting, and gave him a wicked grin, "I'm thinking about all the ways I'm going to finish what you rudely interrupted earlier." 

Steve buckled down with laughter, his hand clutching his chest and his smoke hanging loosely from his lips, "I really fucking love this girl!" he boomed into the clearing.

She laughed along with him, her cheeks flushing from the attention his words drew to her, she felt his gaze on her body, making it prickle with goosebumps on her skin. Taking a deep breath, Willow's eyes involuntarily wandered back to Bucky as he finished stacking up the wood, making his way over to sit on her other side, they were almost caging her small frame in between them. 

"How's that for wood chopping, eh?" He leaned to whisper in her ear, a proud grin taking over his face as she turned to him, pretending to be in thought just to tease him, "I don't know," and his smile began to drop before she continued, "pretty impressive, I guess." She finished reaching her hand to wrap around his bicep, squeezing it lightly. Bucky was about to reply when all heads turned to the approaching figure, effectively silencing everyone.

Twigs snapped as a man emerged and Willow had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Steve turned his head and she could see his shoulders shake from across the fire pit. The man was wearing shorts so small it made Steve’s shorts look like capri pants. A white crop top hung loosely on his torso, adorned with not one, not two, but three whistles. "Not getting started without me, are we?" the man asked, an eyebrow cocking up as his tongue darted out to wet his mustache. Steve full-on snorted and Wanda slapped his shoulder as he wiped away a tear.

"Uh--Zemo..." Peter started with a wince, "I think you grabbed one of the girls' shorts..." The man glanced down, running long thin fingers across the dead animal currently adorning his upper lip. "No, no Parker. These are mine." Steve howled with laughter as he fell backward into the dirt, his hand across his chest while Wanda buried her face into her hands. Willow turned her head slightly to hide her own laughter into Bucky's arm. She could feel his own shoulders shaking against her skin which only made it difficult for her to stop.

“Alright, someone get this fire going, it’s time you all heard about the one they called, The Ghost,” Zemo said, clapping his hands together. Steve and Bucky set up some logs, sparking a flame with Steve’s lighter and getting a roaring fire going. “The Ghost was a regular man once, they say. Before he became what he did…” Zemo trailed off, fire crackling, everyone entranced. “He was the best of the best, no one could catch him, no one ever saw him coming, and those who didn’t live long.” Willow shuddered, despite the heat from the fire and being huddled closer to Bucky.

It was starting to get darker and Willow heard a twig snap in the distance as Zemo kept telling the story. Her heart started to race and she reached out to hold Bucky's arm as she looked around the quickly darkening forest behind them. John flashed her a shit-eating grin from the other end of the campfire. "Scared, Voorhees?" 

"Fuck off, Walker. Dumb shitbag," Steve quipped. He reached down and threw a rock, laughing as it bounced off of John's thick skull. 

"His stories are all bullshit anyway, sugar," Bucky whispered. He grinned and pulled her close to him, his hand resting on her thigh. Willow could feel the cool metal from his silver skull rings against her warm skin. Zemo blew one of his whistles and everyone around the campfire jumped. 

"Ow! Zemo, what the hell?!" Bucky shouted as everyone covered their ears. 

Zemo glared at him. "Don't be rude, Barnes."

Bucky made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and flipped Zemo off low enough that he didn’t see but Willow and Steve did, making them both snicker. Bucky moved his hand further up her thigh squeezing gently, and she shuddered again but this time it wasn’t because of Zemo’s story. She turned her face into his neck and pressed a gentle kiss against the soft skin there and she felt the vibration of his hum on her lips. 

Zemo cleared his throat, giving them a pointed look. “As I was saying…”

Zemo continued with his story, his voice booming. The man obviously had a passion for the theatrical. The fire crackled and threw a gentle glow against everyone’s faces, captivated by the story of The Ghost. Except Willow, who was captivated by Bucky’s fingers, tracing circles against her thigh. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips ever so lightly against the side of her neck, nipping at her pulse with his teeth. She felt wetness pool in her panties and took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Zemo’s ghost stories are always a crock of shit,” he whispered in the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked against it and she stifled a moan. He squeezed her thigh again. “Why don’t we go get some more firewood?” He pushed his nose against her soft, blonde hair, inhaling deeply. “I think I know a piece of wood you’ll really like,” he growled.

Willow's breath caught in her throat, as she nodded once and almost jumped off the log they were sitting on pulling Bucky with her. She cleared her throat, “We’re uh, gonna get more firewood” she mumbled quickly. 

They made their way out into the woods, Bucky gripped her waist causing a loud giggle to escape her lips, as she spun around and pressed into a tree. “Shh angel.. no interruptions this time” Bucky hummed, capturing her lips with his.

"You promised me a piece of wood, Barnes. Now, let’s see." Willow lowered herself onto her knees. "Yes, I did." He swallowed hard as Willow made a quick way of his shorts and briefs, his cock standing to attention just for her.

"I don't know if you won the contest," she giggled, stroking the length of his shaft with the back of her forefinger. "Back at the campfire, Steve was making a compelling argument that he-" 

Bucky pulled her up and stopped her talking with a slow, hungry kiss. Taking her bottom lip between his and took his time savoring her. 

"Naughty," she huffed breathlessly and pulled her hand from his erection. "I want to hear you beg." 

"Willow," he pressed his lips to her neck in a fury, panicked and needy they stopped just below her ear. "Beg, Bucky." She whispered against his hair, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck so she could pull on the small strands around his nape.

He groaned as she pulled his head back by his hair, hissing at the sting of her pull.

She started placing small chaste kisses to his cheeks, jawline and down his neck while she taunted him with her other hand tracing figures around his hip bones. Bucky's breathing was ragged and shallow, his body twitching under her touch.

Licking a hot stripe up to his ear, Willow bit down gently before teasing him, "Come on, baby. Let me hear you."

Bucky's breath was hot on her shoulder as he huffed sharply, his body pressing her further into the bark. Willow placed a kiss on his clenched jaw as her nails raked against his cock, the swollen head now obvious against her hip. His head fell forward against the tree trunk. 

"Please,' he groaned. "Please, let me feel your mouth. Fuck I want you so bad." 

Her hand reached down between his legs, stroking him as little whines escaped his lips. His eyes were completely rolled back as he rutted his hips against her hand. 

Releasing him, she slid back down to her knees. 

"Maybe if you stay still enough, I'll let you finish," Willow whispered, looking up at his flushed face.

"Please..." He begged into the bark. 

She smiled at the melting puddle of a man standing in front of her. Twice now, Willow had reduced him down to a whimpering mess and it only made the fire in her own stomach burn brighter. 

Willow wrapped her hand around the base of his length, stroking gently as small moans slipped from his plush pink lips, his forehead still pressed against the tree. She positioned herself, raising up slightly before licking the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Bucky hissed at the contact which only encouraged her more as she wrapped her lips around him and began bobbing her head slowly.

Bucky was shaking, holding still as Willow swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. 

“Darlin’ please, let me come,” Bucky pleaded, voice cracking. Willow looked up at him, humming and watching his eyes roll back into his head. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips and his dick before breaking. 

“I suppose you’ve been good,” she murmured, stroking his cock. “Okay, baby, you can come, whenever you’re ready.”

Willow wrapped her lips around him and sucked on him until her cheeks hollowed out. Bucky groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. His hips snapped and forced his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She dug her fingernails into his thighs, hearing him groan above her. His rings clinked together as his fingers bumped into each other. Bucky began to whine, desperate and aching for her.

"Fuck, princess, that's so good. Fuck, you're gonna make me come--"

A scream echoed through the air and Willow pulled back, gasping.

"What the fuck?!"

"Nonononono!" Bucky begged, biting down on his lip. "No, please, baby, I was so close! It's just Steve fucking around out there!"

A twig snapped, echoing through the woods. Willow got to her feet and looked into the darkness, her eyes wide and frantic.

"Bucky, there's someone out there."

He tugged on her shirt gently and whimpered.

"Come on, Willow, there's nobody! Nothing happened! It's just Rogers-- HEY, STEVE! FUCK OUTTA HERE, WILL YA?"

They both paused and all Willow heard was a thick, eerie silence that seemed to fill the forest around them with dread.

A bloodcurdling scream cut through the air. High pitched, filled with fear and grief. The hair on the back of Willow’s neck immediately rose. It was coming from the campfire- and it was one of the girls. “What the fuck is happening?” she whispered, feeling a sudden chill in the air. 

“Willow- wait- maybe you could-“ Bucky pleaded as Willow grabbed his hand and ran back towards the group. Another scream as they got closer, this time from one of the guys. She hoped to God that, somewhere along the way, he’d tucked his cock back into his shorts.

Willow stopped dead in her tracks and Bucky ran directly into her back. The entire group was gathered by the fire, all shaking and crying. Zemo was crying the hardest. She followed their eyes to find Walker’s body slumped over a bench about 10 feet away, near the s’mores ingredients. His throat had been slit, and there was a hunting knife sticking out of his back. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Scott shrieked, kicking the ever-loving shit out of a nearby log.

"Walker was killed." Bucky swallowed hard, toughening his stance. Surrounding him, people screamed, and loud cries echoed through the air.

"He said he was going to the bathroom," Wanda whimpered from where Yelena held her an arm's length away from Walker's dead body. "And then he stumbled back out of the forest like that."

"Where's Rogers?" Bucky asked his hand around Willow's in a vice grip. Peter shrugged, just trying to console a hysterical Zemo. 

"I'm right fucking here," He barked. He walked into the light of the raging campfire, a hot pink bandana tied into his long blonde hair, and war paint smudged across his cheeks. He pumped a shotgun with one hand as he stomped toward the axe and pulled it from the wood effortlessly. "Here, take this. There's something, or someone hunting us," he tossed the axe in Bucky's direction before kneeling next to the dead body.

It nearly smacked the camp supervisor in the face but Willow caught it in her palm and twirled it in her hands. 

"That was really hot," Steve paused to look at her with playful consideration as he gripped Walkers hair and yanked his lifeless head up. "Definitely a someone," He said looking at the rough knife cut across John's pale throat. Peter puked at the sight of the blood to the left of Zemo, every marshmallow in his body tumbling to the ground violently.

Scrunching up her face in disgust, Willow slapped his hand off of Walker's head, "Stop that! I don't know what's more disgusting; the blood or the vomit." She yelled at Steve as her eyes traveled across everyone's scared faces.

Bucky had collected himself enough that he was now ushering the kids away from the sight of John's body with Wanda helping him.

"Look," Willow called out to get everyone's attention, "We need to know what the hell is going on here!" As a few people nodded their agreement.

"Just get everyone inside and then we can re-group and maybe search for whoever did this" Willow ordered her fellow counselors as she glanced back at the dead body, the sight of blood trailing down the pale skin making her skin crawl.

Willow turned away from the sight of John's limp body on the ground and back to the group of counsellors that were still huddled together. Bucky made his way back to her, following her eyeline.

"Hey! You heard her! Get the kids inside the mess hall!" His voice boomed through the thick night air, his hands now on his hips. They watched Peter usher Zemo inside while Wanda and Kate gathered the rest of the kids.

She turned to him, "We need to find out if anyone else went missing besides us and John during Zemo's story."

Bucky's brows furrowed, bright blue eyes meeting his. "You think someone here at Camp did this?" He asked, pointing to John.

Steve huffed as he stood, "Bucky's right... John was an asshole but no one here hated him that much."

She ran a hand over her face with a shrug. "The camp is pretty secluded though. Whoever did this is either here or some psycho hunting down teenagers in the woods for fun.”

“Ain’t that a happy thought,” Bucky muttered, swiping a hand through his hair. 

“Well, you and Buck were the only ones I saw leave, so I’m betting on the psycho. Let’s get inside and break into teams, search the camp until we find them,” Steve said firmly, grip shifting on his shotgun.

“As long as no one is alone and someone stays to watch the kids,” Willow added, Bucky nodding along.

Willow, Steve, and Bucky headed into the camp counselor office.

Steve grabbed a baseball bat from the corner and tossed it to Bucky, who caught it with ease. Willow glanced over at him and he grinned, despite the fear in his eyes.

A knock at the door startled the three of them. Bucky jumped the highest, a loud squeak spilling from his mouth. They could see the shadow of feet underneath the door. Willow gripped her axe tightly, and Bucky held his bat up even higher over his head, ready to strike as Steve inched toward the door.

"Whoever that is, better be ready to answer me or I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off!" Steve shouted.

"It's me and Scott!" Peter shouted. "Zemo and the girls are with the kids, we came to help!"

The three of them sighed and Steve wrenched open the door. Bucky and Steve yanked Peter and Scott inside by their collars.

"Are you fucking crazy?! There's a psycho out there!" Bucky hissed. He looked down at Scott. "What the hell is that?"

"A wiffle bat," Scott replied.

"It's fucking plastic, dude!" Bucky sighed.

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THAT?!"

"Hang on," Steve mumbled as he searched in a closet.

He tossed Scott a crowbar. Peter had a large kitchen knife in his hand.

"We'll go left near the woods, and you guys go the other way near the beach," Steve told them.

They nodded and the five of them burst out of the camp counselor office. Peter and Scott sprinted toward the beach. They heard another branch crack near the forest and Steve sprinted toward it, going full Rambo as he cocked the shotgun.

"ROGERS!" Bucky called. "Fuck, I'm going after him."

He sprinted off toward his friend.

"BUCKY!" Willow screamed and Bucky grinned as he jogged backward.

"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!"

“For fuck sakes.. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU SEEN A HORROR MOVIE!?” Willow called after them, clear frustration and fear coming through in her voice.

Willow groaned and stood there for a moment, before jogging slowly in their direction. There was no way she was standing there in the dark woods by herself. Not like this.

When she finally spied them in the trees again, she slowed to a fast walk throwing her arms in the air.

“What the hell was that abo-…” her words were cut off as she tripped over what she assumed was a log and fell to the ground. “Ow fuck!” She groaned, Bucky and Steve jogging over to help her up.

Willow rolled to the side and managed to pull herself to her knees as she wiped her hands together, feeling something wet and sticky covering them.

Bucky knelt in front of her, "are you ok?" he asked. "Oh fuck," he swore before she had time to tell him that her ankle was sore and knees scraped.

"What is that?" She whispered.

"Who..." Steve huffed, "it's Hope."

Willow sat up on her knees, forcing the nausea down when she realized that she was covered in the dead girl's blood. Her shirt was hanging ripped from her bloody body and her chest was cleaved open with a large, rib splitting wound down the center.

"What the hell could have done that?" Bucky helped Willow from the ground, sweeping the leaves and moss from her body.

Steve lifted his shot gun as another twig snapped in the distance, "I don't fucking know man but whatever it is, whoever it is. They're stalking us."

Willow's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, for all the bravado she had, being covered in someone else's blood was enough to make her scared.

She held onto the boys as they checked her over, halting their movements as she grabbed their hands.

"We can't split up, it's not safe" she tugged on Steve's arm as he was about to head off in a random direction in the dark, he was shaking too, his eyes wide.

"But we need to find whoever is doing this," Bucky started, not willing to give up and wait to be killed off too. Willow nodded, looking determintally at him, blood was covering most of his arms due to him helping her up.

"And we will.. we will jus-" she was abruptly cut off by a scream sounding somewhere around them, making them instantly rush back towards the camp, armed and hoping to all they're on the right trail.

"STICK TOGETHER!" Willow screamed at them.

The boys ran slightly ahead of her as she tried everything to ignore the stinging sensation her ankle was currently shooting up her leg.

Bucky and Steve both came to a halt in the center of the clearing. Steve promptly raised his shotgun as Bucky turned back, reaching his hand out for Willow as she caught up to them. "What is it?" She asked, stepping from around the two towering men.

"Zemo?" Steve's voice cut through the deafening silence. A gasp left Willow's lips as Zemo turned to them, Scott's limp body falling to the grass below his feet.

"Welcome back kids!" Zemo's voice sang through the air, his crop top completely covered in blood and the kitchen knife Peter had was hanging in his right hand. His toothy grin glistened in the moonlight, sending a chill over Willow's body as she gripped the axe tighter. "Did you like my scavenger hunt?"

“What the fuck? You killed them for a- for a fucking game?” Willow asked, taking a step forwards in anger, Bucky trying to pull her back.

“You think I killed them?” Zemo laughed, it turning hysterical as he stared at Willow. “Wait’ll you see-“

Zemo stopped talking suddenly, and a trail of blood formed at the corner of his mouth before his body slumped to the ground, a hatchet sticking out of his back.

The moon came out from behind the clouds, illuminating the person behind Zemo.

Willow shook and Steve pointed the gun at the figure who stepped into the light, a large knife in one hand. Wind rustled through the trees and Willow kept waiting for someone else to step out of the shadows. They were wearing a burlap sac over their head and turned to face Willow. Her heart leapt into her throat and Bucky stepped forward to protect her.

"Hello, dear," an extremely familiar voice rang out through the dead silence. "I just couldn't stay away from here after all these years!"

Willow's eyes went wide as the killer ripped off the mask to reveal her mother's smiling face staring at her, eyes black like a shark's, and hollow.

"What the fuck..." Steve whispered.

A sinister cackle came from her mothers lips, as she tossed Peter's severed head to the ground. “Willow dear, I have to thank you. If it wasn’t for you getting this job, none of this would have been possible”

Willow stood, frozen as she stared, unsure if she was going to vomit or burst into tears. This couldn’t be her mother. No, this was some imposter or shapeshifting monster. Her mother could never.

“No…” was all she managed to whisper.

“What the fuck…” Steve spoke a little louder.

Bucky ripped the gun from Steve’s hand and cocked it as he took a few steps forward and pointed it at the killer.

“Bucky no!!” Willow begged “please.. give her a chance to explain.. there has to be something.. I can’t just let you..”

“I knew you’d always protect me, kitten” her mother smirked as she twirled the knife around.

Bucky turned the shotgun on Willow, "are you in on this?"

She couldn't even think let alone process what Bucky was accusing her off. Why was her mother here? What connections to this camp could she possibly have that would drive her to murder teenagers?

"Drop the weapon pretty boy," her mother laughed. "Willow has no idea, look at her. I didn't raise an idiot," her mother snapped and came to stand over Zemo's lifeless body. "I came to make things right. This camp used to be the only safe place in my life," she swung the knife around in the air wildly as she spoke.

Willow didn't recognize this person, whoever her mother had become in the shadows was sick and tormented. This was not her mother.

Bucky spun the gun back on her mother, unsure where to point in the chaos. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped at her.

"The handsome ones are always the most dangerous," her mother rolled her eyes.

"Bucky isn't like that," Willow argued, stepping forward with her axe still gripped in her shaky hands.

"Bucky isn't like that," her mother mocked. "What, you sucked his dick and now you're an expert on his personality? I'm doing this for us."

"What do you mean for us?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOM?" Willow questioned the woman standing in front of her, trying to steady the axe in her hand as she tried to step closer to her. Tears were filling her eyes and making her vision blurry.

Bucky's arm shot out to stop her, the shot gun trained on her mom and his eyes too while Steve shouted at her, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" his eyes running from Willow's face to her mom's. Anger and betrayal written all over his face.

"I'M GETTING TO YOU!" Her mother screeched, pointing the knife at Steve. "All of you boys are the same. Just like your Fathers," Her mother seethed. "Stupid, arrogant and only looking for pussy and the moment you don't get it, you turn mean and cruel."

Willow pushed against Bucky's hand, against his own protests. "What are you talking about!" Her voice shaky.

"John Walker Senior and his band of assholes including your father," She moved the knife towards Bucky, who raised the shotgun a little bit higher, "and your father." Her mother trained the knife back onto Steve. "They ruined this place for me. Got me fired all because I refused--'' Her voice cut off from the anger seeping from her pores. Even in the dim moonlight, Willow was losing sight of the woman standing in front of her. It wasn't her mother, it was something much darker.

“They all think they’re so safe, so comfortable in the power they hold over others. Who’d have ever suspected that their children would die gruesome, horrible deaths.” Willow’s mom took a step towards them and Steve hefted the gun at her head.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled, and Willow’s mom sighed, looking to her.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being around assholes like this?” she asked, and Willow shook her head in disbelief.

"Mom, you're not thinking clearly--"

Her mother cut her off with a cackle that echoed through the air and made the three of them shudder. She smiled, taking a step toward Steve as she looked him up and down.

"Oh, don't you worry about me, sweetheart. I'm thinking just fine." She paused and trained those black, empty eyes that Willow no longer recognized on Steve's face. "I'll tell you what, Rogers. I'll let you choose how you die."

Steve's gun was trembling in his hands and Willow's mother took another step toward him, a psychotic and malicious grin spreading across her face.

"What's the matter, Rogers? Scared?"

“Of you?” He scoffed, and swallowed thickly, trying to put on a brave face. “Only cowards kill for reve-…”

Willow's mother lunged forward, slamming the knife between Steve’s ribs and twisting upwards, a wide smirk on her face as she watched the tall, broad man gurgle blood before his knees collapsed below him.

In the heat of the moment, Bucky pulled the trigger, hitting Willows mother throw the eye socket. Her limp body fell into the dirt, as Bucky threw the gun and collapsed on the ground, cradling Steve’s head in his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey … look at me Rogers, you’re okay” Bucky pleaded. “You have to be okay..”

Steve brought his hand up to Bucky's chest and smiled weakly at him, “… til the end of the line, pal” He whispered, as his head fell backwards and his body went limp.

A sob tore from Bucky's throat as Willow stood frozen in place, "Buck," she whispered through her tears.

His head snapped to where her mother had collapsed in the dirt, only her body was gone and only a thick pool of blood was left in her absence. "The lake," Bucky looked back to her, his eyes red and jaw tense. "There's canoes on the shore we can reach help."

"The kids, they're in the dining hall," Willow wasn't even sure how she was speaking, time felt sluggish and weird. Her mother had killed so many people. She looked down at the blood on her hands and blinked the tears from her sore eyes. The blood of your friends drawn from the blood of your kin she thought as her eyes drifted to the pool of blood left from her mother.

Bucky was standing now, tying Steve's bloody bandana around his wrist and checking his pockets for shotgun ammo. He marched over to her, covered in so much blood, streaks from where he had wiped the tears from his bloodshot eyes left on his cheeks. He pressed a hand to her face and forced her to look at him, "she's not after the kids, she's after you and me. We have to get to the lake."

Willow instinctively leaned into his touch, closing her eyes to take a steadying deep breath. She could feel Bucky's thumb rubbing gently across her cheekbone and as she opened her eyes he tilted his head down, to catch her gaze. "We're gonna get out of this...okay? Come on." He said and she knew that he was mustering up any ounce of courage he had left in him.

"Okay." She whispered as his hand dropped from her cheek, grasping hers and leading her towards the lakeshore.

They grabbed a canoe, dragging it into the water, hopping in and picking up the paddles. Bucky was in the back of the canoe, steering them away from the dock, deeper into the lake. When they were far enough away from shore, Willow stopped paddling, carefully turning around to face Bucky.

They sat for a moment in the stillness, then Willow said, “Did that really just happen? Tell me I’m wrong and my mother didn’t just go psychotic and kill nearly everyone. Tell me it’s gonna be okay, tell me- tell me…” Willow was getting more worked up by the minute.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, we’re okay, we’ll be okay,” Bucky murmured, leaning forwards and cradling Willow’s face in his hands.

"I feel like I should be comforting you," she breathed.

Her eyes welled up with tears, mixing with the sweat, blood and dirt that had gathered on her face.

"You must hate me, Bucky."

Bucky shook his head.

"You didn't know, Willow. It's not your fault that your mom was a total psycho."

She began to cry and Bucky put his canoe paddle inside, next to him, grabbing hers to keep it from slipping into the water. He cupped her face in his hands again and smiled.

"We made it, right? That's all that matters."

She let out a broken sob, unable to control it anymore.

"I'm so sorry."

Bucky stared at her, his bright eyes searching hers. He was on the verge of tears. He just lost everyone, and he was still trying to be brave for her. He cleared his throat.

"You don't have to be sorry. Just kiss me."

Willow sniffled and moved forward, rocking the canoe, but they didn’t seem to care. She captured his lips hard and desperate, combing her bloodied hands into Buckys hair. 

He moaned against her lips and placed his hands on her ribs, gripping her skin to keep her steady. 

Her lips parted and their tongues jammed together, a mess of saliva, sweat and others blood mixing between them. 

“Fuck Bucky..” Willowed whined, tugging on his hair and making him groan against her lips.

"We're gonna be okay," he pulled away from her and peppered her bloody face with rabid kisses. His hands gripped her tightly and slid her to the edge of her wooden seat until she was completely wrapped in his legs. "I'm going to get you out of this," he tangled his hands into her hair and pulled her against his lips.

Willow whined, kissing him back as her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss was messy and this was definitely not how she wanted to spend the start of her summer but being in this canoe with her lips locked to his, the feeling of safety began to wash over her.

She pulled away, pressing her forehead to his, their chests heaving, "Please don't leave me." Willow whispered, her voice still shaky and her confidence and bravado completely gone at this point.

“I’m not going anywhere, I told you, we’re making it out of this,” Bucky said, pressing his lips to hers again before pulling away. “We’re safe out here, I promise.”

As the words left his lips, a body popped out of the water and a haunting howl echoed through the night, piercing their ears. Willow and Bucky screamed as a hand reached out and tried to pull the canoe over.

It took Willow a few seconds to realize that it was her mother with a large bloody bullet wound in her eye and her mouth agape in a desperate, furious cry. Bucky grabbed a paddle in both hands and held it like a spear.

"GO TO HELL!" He roared as he jammed the canoe handle into her mother's eye socket.

Another howl, but this time it was one of pain. She kept trying to grasp onto the edge of the canoe and Bucky snarled as Willow picked up her own paddle. They had to end this. As terrified as she was in that moment, she knew what they had to do. 

Willow began to slam the paddle against her mother's skull, watching blood and bone fly into the water. Bucky pulled the paddle from her eye socket. Her fingers were still holding on to the edge.

"THIS IS FOR STEVE, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

He turned the handle around and jammed it into her neck. Willow watched in horror as her mother's head was severed from her body, sinking into the water. The pruny fingers that gripped the canoe slid off of the wood and the body disappeared into the black water below.

Bucky and Willow stared into the water, breathing hard, their paddles and faces covered in blood. It was all over the canoe, too.

"We have to get the fuck out of here," he whispered. He grabbed Willow's hand. "I'm not gonna leave you. Okay? I promise."

She nodded and Bucky kissed her again before they plunked themselves down and began to paddle as hard as they could until they reached the other side of the lake. She could see police lights, and she knew they were going to make it out of here together.

It was over.

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Where to Go Camping Near Charlotte This Fall

It’s that time of year again! The weather is breezy, and the leaves are changing colors - what better time to plan a camping trip? If you’re not sure where to go, our Toyota of N Charlotte team has you covered with this quick guide to all the best places to go camping near Charlotte this year. 

Roundup of the Best Camping Near Charlotte 

Ebenezer Park:

One of the most popular spots to go camping near Charlotte Toyota

Won the 2022 Campspot Awards as most popular in the USA!

26-acre park located on the shore of Lake Wylie 

13,443 acres of beautifully clear lake waters to enjoy and plenty of activities

66 campsites with amenities

A great spot for avid fishers especially

Dan Nicholas Park:

A wooded campground right next to a lake

Enjoy fishing and hiking, as well as a nearby aquarium, carousel, and mini golf course

Beautiful scenery with a lot of activities for all personality types

Cobble Hill Campground:

A great family campground that is secluded from the busy city

Activities include fishing, swimming, an aquatic playground, and mini golf

You can also enjoy a great hike in the Great Smoky Mountains 

Cross Winds Family Campground 

Located in the countryside with great scenery and great spots for shopping and dining

A unique glamping experience

96 large hook-upswell that allows plenty of camping luxury 

Conveniently close to High Rock Lake or Yadkin River State Park for fun swimming and water activities

Midway Campground Resort

Gated facility with great family camping offerings

Amenities include an Olympic size pool with a spacious deck to lay out 

Enjoy great fishing and quality time with the family

Visit Toyota of N Charlotte to Prep Your Car for Camping Near Charlotte!

Let us help you prepare for camping in a new Toyota! We’re located at 13429 Statesville Road. Just take exit 23 off I-77 in Huntersville.

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Peter Norbeck Scenic Byway & Custer State Park - Custer, SD

Today was a big day, we drove the scenic loop, played a little bit at Sylvan Lake, then drove through Custer State Park. It was a bit smoky, but we still managed to get some great views.

As soon as we got onto the Scenic Loop, traffic came to a dead stop. A herd of bison were crossing the road, the herd was huge and it took a good 10-15 minutes for traffic to start moving again. Lots of calves and some really big guys, too. Great start to the day!

We stopped and took a look at George's profile - a visit to Mt. Rushmore is scheduled for later in the week. We then continued through the tunnels and the beautiful drive along the byway, finally reaching the entry to Sylvan Lake. We were lucky to find a couple of parking spots close to the lake. We spent a couple of hours hanging out at the lake - kayaking, SUPing, swimming, and hiking around the lake. Beautiful spot, except for the pesky biting flies!

We packed up and left the lake, made our way through a couple more tunnels and finished up with a drive through Custer State Park. We were ready to head back to camp for happy hour.

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THE BEST LOCATIONS FOR DOME CAMPING: SCENIC SPOTS ACROSS THE U.S.

Ever imagined waking up in a cozy dome nestled in beautiful nature, far from the crowds and chaos? How peaceful it is, isn’t it?

With the rise of camping dome tents, families can experience comfort and adventure in some of the most breathtaking sports in the United States.  If you are searching for the best camping dome for family to find your ideal scenic retreat, you are at the right place. We have curated a list of lesser-known locations that promise a camping adventure perfect for making memories with your loved ones. 

CUSTER STATE PARK, SOUTH DAKOTA

While many visitors visit the Black Hills to see Mount Rushmore, Custer State Park is still a hidden gem. This park is well known for its stunning rock formations, expansive prairies, and rolling hills. Here dome camping is the best way to connect with the natural world. You will have the chance to witness bison herds, explore serene tranquil lakes, and hike through the verdant forest. Make it to the top of the towering granite spires lining the Needles Highway to see the amazing views

PISGAH NATIONAL FOREST, NORTH CAROLINA

Tucked away in the Appalachian Mountains, the Pisgah National Forest is the best substitute for the busy trails of the Great Smoky Mountains. This vast forest is home to rough mountain peaks, gushing waterfalls, and deep forests. Explore hiking and biking trails, including stretches of the famous Blue Ridge Parkway, rich biodiversity, and secluded campsites.

CANYONLANDS NATIONAL PARK, UTAH

Often overshadowed by its neighbor, Arches National Park, Canyonlands offers a vast, untamed landscape perfect for dome camping. The park is divided into four districts, each with its unique features, from the dramatic mesas and buttes of the Island in the Sky to the labyrinthine canyons of the Maze. Dome camping here provides a sense of isolation and adventure, with endless opportunities to explore remote desert landscapes and enjoy stunning sunrises over the red rock formations.

VOYAGEURS NATIONAL PARK, MINNESOTA

Voyagers National Park is a water-based paradise that is yet to be discovered by the natives. This park has interconnected lakes and waterways which are best explored by boats. There are some parks which can only be reached by boat. Camping at these sites will provide you with the ultimate isolation you need. You can spend your day fishing, kayaking through crystal clear waters, or simply relaxing in the beauty of the Northwoods.

BIG BEND RANCH STATE PARK, TEXAS

If you are seeking a desert retreat, the Big Bend Ranch, Texas is the perfect spot. Often eclipsed by other Big Bend National Park, this place features gorgeous canyons, vast desert landscapes, and untamed wilderness. Camp here to experience the solitude of the Chihuahuan Desert, witness the ancient rock art, go on hike trails, and stargaze under the darkest skies.

These well-known destinations have made it to our top five sites for dome camping with your family. Offering the perfect blend of natural beauty and tranquility, these underrated locations will definitely give you long-lasting memories.

But have you got a sturdy and flexible dome to match the challenging landscapes of these spots? If not, visit https://idomeshelters.com/camp/ to find the best dome at the most affordable price. Shop now and get ready for a surreal camping adventure.

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Why Campfires and Cocktails Make the Perfect Pair for Any Outdoor Event

"Campfires and Cocktails" is an exciting theme that elevates outdoor gatherings into memorable experiences. Picture a cozy evening spent around a crackling campfire, laughter filling the air, as friends sip on vibrant cocktails. This blend of rustic charm and mixology creates a unique atmosphere perfect for summer nights or camping trips.

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Imagine setting up a portable bar beside the fire, complete with ingredients for signature cocktails like smoky bourbon sours, refreshing mojitos, or spiked lemonade. Guests can get creative, mixing drinks while enjoying the warmth of the fire and the beauty of the starry sky.

Don’t forget to equip yourself with stylish drinkware and fun garnishes to enhance the experience! The "Campfires and Cocktails" theme is ideal for socializing with friends and family, making each gathering feel special and inviting.

Whether you’re hosting a backyard bonfire or camping in the wilderness, this theme brings a delightful twist to outdoor experiences, fostering connections and ensuring that every sip is accompanied by laughter and joy. Celebrate nature with good company and delicious drinks!

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A hiking and camping trip is the ultimate way to immerse yourself in nature and create unforgettable memories. Whether you’re exploring scenic trails, climbing mountains, or setting up camp by a tranquil lake, outdoor adventures offer a refreshing escape from everyday life. Pack essential gear like durable backpacks, sleeping bags, and portable cooking equipment for a comfortable experience.

Enjoy the serenity of nature while hiking through lush landscapes, then unwind by the campfire sharing stories under the stars. It’s a chance to connect with friends and family while appreciating the beauty of the great outdoors.

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With careful planning and the right equipment, hiking and camping trips provide the perfect blend of adventure and relaxation, making them an ideal getaway for outdoor enthusiasts looking to recharge and explore!

Looking for the perfect hiking and camping gifts? Thoughtful items can enhance outdoor adventures! Consider practical gear like durable backpacks, portable cooking kits, and high-quality sleeping bags that every outdoor enthusiast will appreciate. Multi-tools, hydration packs, and compact lanterns are essential for any trip. Personalized gifts, such as engraved water bottles or custom hiking accessories,

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BOTR - Day 42 - July 26, 2024

Ahhh, to wake up in air conditioned comfort! I think I was awake around 6am. The skies were cloudy with some red patches. Didn’t make sense to rush. Around 8am, we got out of bed. Breakfast in the concierge lounge only ran until 9:30am and we didn’t want to miss it. We relaxed over our tea and coffee, egg, sausage, potatoes, yogurt and fruit…

After we checked out we made our way to the river arts district. We walked along the river for a couple of miles checking out the local happenings. We saw a duck boat tour plunge into the river. We saw an acrobat balancing on a slack line over the water. I saw jugglers tossing bowling pins. And we saw cyclists and runners and fishermen and a paddle boarder and what looked like a couple of junkies getting high… typical city water front stuff. We walked past the aquarium, the kids discovery center, and other family oriented attractions.

The Dome Building in Chattanooga.

On the riverfront.

We decided on camping in the Great Mountains Smoky National Park. We had a four hour drive on back roads ahead of us. It would have been three and a half hours on the highway but that’s not our thing.

The drive was easy enough. Up and down the mountains. We drove along the Ocoee River for a while. It was hugely popular with kayakers and rafters. There are several dams that control the water flow. Behind one was a very large lake that we drove around for 5-10 miles. Above the lake was more white water and the 1996 Atlanta summer games white water center, which is still in use.

River activity.

Later, we were driving along side the Nantahala River. It was also teeming with rafters and kayakers. I knew that river sports were big in this part of the Appalachians but I had no idea that it was this big. I’d say we saw more outfitters and rafters than we did in Colorado.

Eventually, we approached Maggie Valley and our turn off for Smoky Mtns National Park. I had noticed that we only had about 15 more miles to go but Google was estimating 45 minutes of driving. Why? We found out why. The paved road was 20 MPH in places with 5 MPH hairpin curves. The 6+ miles of gravel road either went up or down and had dozens of curves and a bunch of those were blind and narrow. It was a slow, stressful 45 minutes.

The Smokies!

The gravel road turned into a paved road for the 4 miles before the campground. To make it all worthwhile, a quite grand bull elk was relaxing on the side of the road just prior to camp. He was larger than any of the elk we had seen out west.

Still in velvet.

Check-in was easy. Our site was level and it backed up to a creek. Dinner was sockeye salmon locally purchased at Ingles in Murphy. We played a quick version of Phase 10 and Diane kicked my ass. We both slept well.

[rokhopr]

Embark on an Adventure: Discovering the Best Backpacking Places in the US

When it comes to exploring the great outdoors, Best Backpacking Places in US  is one of the most exhilarating ways to immerse yourself in nature's beauty and challenge yourself physically and mentally. The United States offers an abundance of breathtaking landscapes and diverse terrains, making it a haven for backpackers seeking unforgettable adventures. Whether you're a seasoned hiker or a novice explorer, there's a trail waiting for you to discover. Let's delve into some of the best backpacking places in the US that promise awe-inspiring experiences and unforgettable memories.

The Appalachian Trail, East Coast:

Stretching over 2,000 miles from Georgia to Maine, the Appalachian Trail is a legendary backpacking destination that offers a wide range of landscapes, from lush forests to panoramic mountain vistas. Traversing through 14 states, this iconic trail provides hikers with an immersive journey through the eastern United States' natural beauty, cultural heritage, and rich biodiversity.

Yosemite National Park, California:

Renowned for its towering granite cliffs, cascading waterfalls, and pristine wilderness, Yosemite National Park is a backpacker's paradise. With over 750 miles of trails to explore, adventurers can embark on multi-day treks through the park's rugged backcountry, camping beneath star-studded skies and marveling at iconic landmarks such as Half Dome and El Capitan.

The Rocky Mountains, Colorado:

Home to some of the most stunning mountain scenery in the US, the Rocky Mountains offer an array of backpacking opportunities for outdoor enthusiasts. Whether you're exploring Rocky Mountain National Park, the Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, or the Weminuche Wilderness, you'll be treated to sweeping vistas, alpine lakes, and abundant wildlife.

The Pacific Crest Trail, West Coast:

Spanning over 2,600 miles from Mexico to Canada, the Pacific Crest Trail showcases the diverse landscapes of the western United States, from the deserts of Southern California to the snow-capped peaks of Washington. Backpackers tackling this epic route will encounter rugged terrain, remote wilderness, and a profound sense of adventure.

Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee/North Carolina:

As the most visited national park in the US, the Great Smoky Mountains offer a multitude of backpacking opportunities amid lush forests, rolling meadows, and mist-shrouded peaks. With over 800 miles of trails to explore, hikers can discover hidden waterfalls, historic homesteads, and an abundance of wildlife.

These are just a few of the Best Backpacking Places in US that beckon adventurers to explore their natural wonders and embark on unforgettable journeys. Whether you're seeking solitude in the wilderness, testing your limits on challenging terrain, or simply reconnecting with nature, the United States offers a myriad of backpacking experiences to suit every preference and skill level.

So pack your bags, lace up your boots, and get ready to embark on an adventure of a lifetime. The trails are calling, and the wilderness awaits. Happy hiking!

Explore more backpacking trails and plan your next adventure at RokhoPR: The Best Backpacking Trails in the United States

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Unleashing Flavor: The Ultimate Guide to Camp Chef Smokers and Grills

Hey there, fellow flavor enthusiasts! If you're reading this, you're probably on the quest for the perfect outdoor cooking experience. Look no further, as we dive into the world of Best Camp Chef Smokers and Grills – the unsung heroes of backyard barbecues and camping feasts.

Setting the Stage: Why Camp Chef?

Before we jump into the juicy details, let's address the burning question: Why Camp Chef? Well, my friend, it's all about versatility, reliability, and that unbeatable smoky flavor. Camp Chef has earned its stripes in the culinary arena, crafting tools that turn ordinary meals into extraordinary adventures.

Chapter 1: Unveiling the All-Stars – Camp Chef's Top Smokers

1.1 Sear Box Smoker – A Game Changer

Picture this: sizzling steaks, perfectly seared to mouthwatering perfection. The Sear Box Smoker from Camp Chef is the secret weapon behind those grill marks that make your neighbors jealous. It's not just a smoker; it's a flavor-sealing, searing marvel.

1.2 SmokePro DLX – The King of Consistency

Consistency is key, especially when it comes to smoking. The SmokePro DLX reigns supreme in this department. Set it and forget it – this smoker maintains a steady temperature, ensuring your brisket is as impeccable as your first attempt.

Chapter 2: Grilling Glory – Camp Chef's Finest Grills

2.1 Woodwind SG – Where Innovation Meets Tradition

Ever wished for the smoky richness of wood-fired grilling without the hassle? The Woodwind SG grants your wish. This grill combines innovative features with the timeless allure of wood smoke, creating a culinary symphony right in your backyard.

2.2 Flat Top Grill 600 – Griddle Me This

For the pancake lovers and stir-fry enthusiasts, the Flat Top Grill 600 is a flat-out game-changer. Versatility is its middle name, offering a spacious griddle surface that transforms your backyard into a five-star breakfast joint.

Chapter 3: Navigating the Features

3.1 Slide and Grill Technology – A Griller's Best Friend

Let's talk tech. Camp Chef's Slide and Grill technology puts you in control. Slide it open for direct flame grilling, or slide it closed for indirect smoking. It's the swiss army knife of grilling, giving you the power to master any culinary technique.

3.2 Smart Smoke Technology – Smoking Made Simple

Smoking, simplified. Smart Smoke Technology lets you set the smoke level and forget about it. Camp Chef takes the guesswork out of smoking, leaving you with more time to enjoy the aroma wafting through your backyard.

Chapter 4: Beyond the Backyard – Camp Chef On the Go

4.1 Pursuit Portable Pellet Grill – Adventure Awaits

Who said incredible flavor is reserved for home? The Pursuit Portable Pellet Grill lets you take the Camp Chef experience wherever you roam. Camping trips, tailgates, beach parties – your culinary adventures know no bounds.

4.2 Camp Chef Oven – Baking in the Wilderness

Yes, you read that right. Camp Chef goes beyond grilling with its portable oven. Bake fresh cookies in the mountains or cook up a casserole by the lake – because roughing it should never mean sacrificing good food.

Chapter 5: Tips and Tricks for Mastering Your Camp Chef

5.1 The Perfect Smoke Ring – Patience Pays Off

Achieving that coveted smoke ring takes time. Patience is the secret ingredient. Low and slow is the mantra. Let your Camp Chef smoker work its magic while you enjoy the anticipation.

5.2 Grilling Hacks – From Novice to Pro

Become the grill master you were born to be with these pro tips. From the art of indirect grilling to mastering the reverse sear, Camp Chef grills open the door to a world of grilling wizardry.

Chapter 6: Maintenance and Care – Keeping the Flame Alive

6.1 Cleaning Made Easy – A Spotless Legacy

To ensure your Camp Chef smoker or grill stands the test of time, regular cleaning is a must. Fear not; Camp Chef designs its products with user-friendly maintenance in mind. A clean grill is a happy grill.

6.2 Seasoning Rituals – Enhancing Flavor Over Time

Just like a well-seasoned cast-iron skillet, your Camp Chef smoker benefits from a seasoning ritual. Embrace the process; each use adds a layer of flavor that elevates your culinary creations.

Conclusion: Flavorful Horizons Await

And there you have it – a deep dive into the world of Camp Chef smokers and grills. From backyard barbecues to mountain escapades, these culinary companions are ready to turn your meals into memorable experiences. So, what are you waiting for? Unleash the flavor, and let the grilling adventures begin!

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Things that happened this summer that still don’t feel real because I miss my job:

-lived with 50 18-30 year olds on the weekends in a converted nursing home that used to be a halfway house

-lived in a tent for the rest of the week all over the southeast

-was awoken by about 20 coyotes screaming more frequently than I’d like to remember (if you’ve never heard coyotes screaming and want to hear what absolute terror sounds like, look it up on YouTube)

-hiked for like 15 miles one day with tools

-had to evacuate from a national forest and abandon our campsite temporarily for a few days until we were pulled from the project because a very dangerous convict had escaped about 15 miles away and was very likely hiding in the woods

-hiked barefoot on my day off for two miles because there were about six creek crossings with very slippery rocks and my shitty sandals weren’t cutting it, only to get to the swimming hole and find that it was freezing cold. I went in regardless and only experienced the consequences of my actions when I was trying to hike out up a small and extraordinarily narrow cliff trail with numb legs and full body shivers, still barefoot :)

-befriended a horse

-planned a screenplay for a horror movie, went to one of the Great Lakes, bought a ukulele, and played an obscene amount of pool whilst waiting for our instructions after the convict thing

-went camping in the smokies on a weekend and participated in the most sketchy yet fun tube rafting ever. also saw a bear :)

-ingested sawdust and am still ingesting sawdust actually due to an unfortunately placed nalgene on a rainy day bench restoration in TN

-let river fish give me a mani/pedi also in TN

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Mile 2555-2565, Holden Village road and Lucerne Landing

The road from Holden Village goes down to the ferry dock at Lucerne Landing on Lake Chelan. Chelan is an interesting lake because it’s fifty miles long but not more than a mile wide anywhere and up to 1400 feet deep. The water is totally clear.

The lake sides are so steep that there is no road or trail along most of the lake and the settlements in the north end are only accessible by ferry or trail from the other side. All the vehicles, fuel etc have to come in by barge.

When the mine was operating Lucerne Landing was quite a significant settlement and resort and had a lot of tourist buildings as well as mine housing. Since the mine closed it has been run down to a Forest Service post, some camping and cabins belonging to a boat club.

There are two ferries in each direction that call at Lucerne Landing in the summer season. I was too late for the ferry on the first day and camped overnight. One of the nicest places to camp on the PCT.

You can see already how smoky it was from the fire in the other valley. It only got worse from there.