Camp Inspection Ch. 01

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In the summer months, Elise likes to work as a Park Ranger in Sequoia National Park, famous for its giant trees in the southern Sierra Nevada. It allows her to offset the cost of her studies at the University of California, Los Angeles, which is only a four-hour drive away. The better part of her work involves hiking up the trails to remote areas, and ensuring that park regulations are followed. For the most part, it is an easy job; there are typically no more than fifty visitors on any given day at the ranger station. Every time she goes on camp inspection duty, she meets four or five backpackers on average. Furthermore, the majority of campers follows the rules rigorously, and applies the "Leave No Trace" principles with the utmost care and diligence. Only once did she find someone burning wood in a prohibited area, where it could lead to a wildfire, and she has never, in the three years she has worked for the Park Service, encountered anyone feeding wildlife, or leaving trash or food scraps behind.

It is the third week of June, on a warm and sunny Thursday morning, and Elise has been hiking her favourite trail up to Monarch Lake. She is supposed to go on camp inspection duty with a colleague, but he called in sick, so she decided to go up on her own. The Park Service discourages solo outings for its staff, but it's a gorgeous day and she didn't relish the prospect of spending it in the office, answering inevitable questions about nonexistent bear attacks. She knows from the Wilderness Permit log that she should find at most one camper along the trail, a certain Daniel Ellsworth from Palo Alto, California. The spring season was fairly cool, and the trail is still partially covered in snow. As a result, only a handful of backpackers have applied for a Wilderness Permit. Unless someone failed to pick up a permit at the ranger station (a situation for which she is required to issue a citation), she will most likely meet day hikers only.

After an invigorating three-hour hike, she reaches the lake. As she comes near the shore, she notices that someone is swimming. She is impressed. The lake's water temperature at this time of the year does not exceed 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Most visitors just extend their legs in the glacial water, and only the most adventurous dare swim for more than a few minutes at a time.

It's a good opportunity for her to look around for campsites, especially since the swimmer doesn't seem to have noticed her. Over the last three years, she is certain that many campers have seen her coming on the trail and have run back to their camp to clear things up before her arrival. But if the swimmer is in fact Mr Ellsworth, then he's alone, and she will be able to find out how he truly left his gear before going for a dip. Did he leave food unattended? Did he litter? Did he illegally collect firewood?

When she finds his camp, she searches for improper waste disposal and other infractions, she concludes that he must be an experienced backpacker. His camping gear is top-notch. She's also impressed that he has picked the best possible spot. He's exactly 100 feet from the water, clear of dying trees, with a lovely view of the lake at sunset, and has put his backpack and equipment away nicely. She meticulously goes through her inspection checklist and finds only one minor violation. She feels a little guilty having to give him a warning, but that is her job after all, and she has walked several hours up, including the arduous crossing of a boulder field, so she might as well have a quick conversation with him.

She walks down to the shore to talk to him, and notices another violation. Nothing substantial, but she feels that educating backpackers is the best way to keep national parks as pristine as possible for the next generation of hikers and campers. She has the feeling it will be a fun conversation, at least for her. Hopefully he'll get a kick out of it as well. She calls out:

"Hellooo? I am from the US Park Service. Can you come out of the water, please?"

Daniel has been oblivious to the fact that a Park Ranger was going through his belongings. Hearing someone address him, he turns his head towards the voice, with a look of concern. He left all his clothes on the shore. He can see them behind her, bundled near the water. They seem to have fallen off the boulder he had originally placed them on. There is a gentle breeze, but every few minutes a gale comes around and adds a few ripples to the lake surface. And knocks things over, apparently.

"Hi! Er... I'm coming. But I should let you know that I am not currently wearing any clothes."

"You don't need to worry about that. There is no one else around. Just come over."

As Daniel swims back to shore, Elise sees through the crystal clear water that he is indeed stark naked.

Ten feet from the shore, Daniel crouches and looks for a flat surface to stand on, but there are only rocks and slippery pebbles. As he tries to find his footing, he attempts to cover his crotch as best he can, but has no choice but to hold on to shallow rocks with his hands. He inevitably must let the ranger see his full nudity, lest he lose his balance. Elise makes sure to stand right where Daniel is expected to come out of the water. He's never had to walk out of a lake naked in front of a woman, and he's not sure how he should present himself. He slowly walks to her with both hands covering his groin area, since she would presumably be offended by the sight of his exposed genitals.

"Excuse me sir, what is your name? I'm Elise Preston, from the US Park Service."

"Er... I'm Daniel. Ellsworth. Er... I'm going to pick up my clothes and come back."

"Hold on. I'm afraid I can't let you do that. I've just completed an inspection and I cannot let you move anything around until we go through all the violations. Also, I'm going to ask you to remove your hands from your groin area."

"But... er... wouldn't that be considered indecent exposure? Won't I get in trouble?"

"Actually, no. Let me explain; there aren't any rules against skinny dipping. Since I asked you to come out, and you didn't choose to step out of the water in your state of undress, you are not technically in violation of existing indecency rules. That is, as long as you remove your hands. You see, keeping your hands over your groin area could be construed as you touching your genitals, which is tantamount to lewd behaviour. I would have to cite you and radio in other rangers to escort you out. So please remove your hands."

Daniel quickly uncovers his penis and brings his palms up facing her.

"No, no, look. I'm not doing anything. My hands are up here!"

"Good. You can keep your arms by your side, or crossed, or behind your back. Just not... right there." She points towards his penis, which has now returned to its normal size after having previously shrunk in the cold lake water. "Let's proceed with the results of my inspection. The first trouble item is..."

"Are you sure I can't go get my clothes? They're right there. It feels weird being naked like that."

"No doubt. But your clothes are actually one of the violations. And don't worry about your nudity. I'm only here to report on your campsite. It's rather common for visitors to disrobe when swimming here. Whether you have clothes on or not is irrelevant." She wants to say something to make him feel more comfortable, but hesitates before saying it. "I've been known to skinny dip in this lake as well."

Daniel looks at Elise inquisitively. He's used to skinny dipping, but he never thought he'd ever be asked to undergo an interview with an enforcement officer while in the buff. He is embarrassed by the fact that the ranger, in her neatly-pressed uniform, wearing solid boots and a wide-brim hat, is looking at him, while he's naked, dripping with water, and shivering. Although, at the same time, the situation makes him feel strangely empowered. He doesn't quite understand why the ranger insists that he can't put clothes on, though. The rules she mentioned sound arbitrary, and she certainly could be more flexible with respect to their interpretation. On the other hand, she does not show any interest in his body, she talks to him dispassionately, firmly, looking at him straight in the eyes. Maybe she's so focused on her work that she's oblivious to his state of undress?

"OK, let's proceed with the first violation. Please step ahead of me and go to the boulder over there, where your clothes are."

"Can I follow you? I feel uncomfortable walking in front of you."

"I must insist you go ahead. We must keep park visitors within sight at all times during any inspection, for safety reasons." Her statement about safety causes Daniel to frown in disbelief, so she mischievously adds, smiling at him: "You might wield a giant stick and knock it over my head while I'm not watching."

Daniel finds the idea amusing. He's also struck by her radiant smile. When she first hailed him, he'd been expecting a stern lecture about not bringing a bathing suit, but she acts as if it were the most normal and inconsequential thing in the world.

"Yes, the giant stick. The one I have in my back pocket."

"Yes, that one exactly. Mr Ellsworth, you may be hiding treacherous weapons upon your body, so I must ask you to walk ahead of me."

Daniel chuckles. He finds Elise delightful to talk to. The sun and the gentle breeze are starting to dry him off. He's impressed that she is able to conduct herself with such aplomb, in spite of the fact that she is talking to a wet, naked man. His attitude about her starts shifting—she's now less a representative of the law giving him a hard time, and more of an outdoorsy woman, devoting her time to maintain America's best natural spaces. He finds her quite attractive; she is petite, with her pleated pants accentuating her round hips. Her hair is tied in a ponytail under the signature ranger's wide-brim hat.

"Well of course, Ms Preston. Please follow me."

While walking towards the boulder, Daniel is intensely conscious of the fact that Elise is only a couple of feet behind him, with immediate view of his buttocks. Daniel thinks he looks nice naked. After all, he eats well and exercises regularly. He's also developed a nice, even tan. Hopefully, she's appreciating his physique—even though she is too professional to make any comment about it. He wonders if she made up the rule about him not being to get to his clothes. Normally, he would be upset about it, but for some reason, he finds it amusing to interact with her in an ordinary way, with the only unusual thing being that he is in the buff.

"You may stop here Mr Ellsworth. As you can see, your clothes are on the ground, just inches from the shoreline, covering vegetation. It's obvious that you left them on the boulder here, and that they fell. But I am sure you know it is illegal to trample over vegetation within 25 feet of a body of water."

"Trample? That's a bit strong, no? My clothes just fell off the rock."

"I see that, but the park rules don't consider whether the covering of vegetation is intentional or not. Even though the wind did it, you are still responsible for ensuring that you leave no trace."

Daniel feels discouraged. He thought the ranger may give him a short lecture about something he forgot to do, maybe because he camped 90 feet away from the water instead of 100 feet. But being cited for something so minor feels harsh.

"Will I have to pay a fine?"

Elise stays quiet for a few seconds. She feels bad putting a camper in a situation where he's worried about paying a fine for what is truly a trivial matter. She thought it would be fun to talk to such an attractive young man while he's naked, but she definitely doesn't want to intimidate conscientious campers, especially ones who are so friendly. And... compliant?

"No, no, no. There is definitely no fine. At the worst—the very worst—I would only write a warning."

Daniel is relieved. He now understands she's only showing him what a strict reading of the rules is. She continues:

"But let's not worry about the clothes. I only wanted to bring them to your attention. Just put them back on the rock and let's proceed to your campsite."

"Okay!"

Daniel starts walking but then stops, turns around, and looks at her.

"Wait... Shouldn't I be able to put my clothes back on now?"

Elise stares intently back at him. She knows that her original reason for not letting him put his clothes on is no longer valid. She has explained what the problem was, with the clothes not being secured, away from the water or vegetation. She is about to tell him that he can put them back on, when she notices that he's smiling at her. And his smile seems to grow larger—maybe he fully understands now that she's purposely keeping him naked, even using the most abstruse interpretations of the rules? His demeanour indicates that he feels rather comfortable being naked around her. He has made no effort to cover any part of his body, he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she thinks he is most likely enjoying it. He has not turned around, or tried to stay out of sight. She also find him quite attractive; he looks like he may be in his mid-twenties, just a handful of years older than her. His butt was a delight to watch while he was walking ahead of her. His posture is confident, his attitude largely nonchalant; she saw him bring his hands through his wet hair a couple of times, standing in a power pose, pushing his head back, raising his elbows, inflating his chest, and pulling the hair back to keep it off his forehead. She changes her mind.

"No. You cannot move anything until all violations are addressed."

Daniel knows that she is most likely making this rule up. She may even have made the others up as well. But he's enjoying this moment and wants to find out how far she'll take it. He decides to play along.

"Of course! I cannot disturb any of the items until the inspection is complete. Only then will I be allowed to retrieve them."

Elise feels relieved that Daniel gives in so easily, and even makes up a rule to justify the extension of his forced state of undress. He just seems genuinely comfortable being naked around her. He's utterly charming.

"Exactly. We must keep everything undisturbed, until we have gone through the whole list. Let's go to your camp."

As she starts moving forward, Daniel interrupts:

"Shouldn't I be walking ahead of you?"


"Oh, of course. I forgot."

"It's for your safety."


"Indeed. I must keep my eyes on you at all times. I'm watching you closely, Mr Ellsworth."

"I hope you are enjoying the sight, Ms Preston."

As Daniel turns around to proceed to his campsite, Elise cannot suppress a giggle. Now she has no doubt about his assurance; she can see it in the way he walks. She can see his hamstring muscles flexing, and his buttocks jiggle at every step he takes.

After reaching the camp, Daniel turns around and faces Elise.

"You said there was another violation?"

"Yes, see here. Your food is in the bear canister, but you didn't lock it up. It's trivial for a critter to topple it and feast on its content."

She shows that she only has to tap on the lid for it to come off. After the demonstration, she looks up to Daniel, who now looks genuinely distraught. Not locking his food box is an error he himself feels bad about. A marmot could have tipped the box over and made a huge mess. Not to mention acclimated the rodent to human presence in the wilderness. Encouraging subsequent, less careful campers, to feed them. Triggering a chain of events that may lead to some of them turning into pests, and having to be euthanized.

"I am so sorry about that Ms Preston. I completely understand how much of an issue that can be."

Elise feels bad for him. She's been admiring his body, keeping him naked for as long as she can. The bear canister problem is common, and she doesn't think it is such an issue.

"Mr Ellsworth, I do believe this is an exceptional oversight. Everything else is in order, and I assure you this does not reflect poorly on you."

Daniel still seems to be deflated.

"Thank you. But I really thought that I had locked it. I understand that you needed to call me out and write a citation, Ms Preston."

"I think you're beating yourself up unnecessarily. I certainly won't issue a citation. I won't even write a warning. You are doing great."

She approaches him and places her hand on his shoulder in a supportive gesture. Daniel looks up towards her and, seeing the compassionate expression of her face, snaps out of his sudden gloomy state. He realizes he's still in a beautiful forest, he's still naked, and he's still talking to a beautiful young woman, who just informed him there will be no consequence for leaving his bear box unlocked. He feels an upwelling of gratitude.

"Oh thank you, thank you, Ms Preston, thank you so much."

"Not at all. You don't need to thank me. And also..."

She takes her hat off and ties it to a clip on her belt.

"Yes?"

"Call me 'Elise'. I'm still studying for my Master's, and I'm not quite ready for this 'Ms Preston' business."

She smiles at him, tilting her head sideways a little. Daniel feels a pang of joy. Gone is the relationship of authority; they can now be on a first name basis.

"Of course... Elise. And please call me Daniel."

"Daniel. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extends her hand. He takes it and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Elise."

'This guy is so charming' she thinks to herself. She blushes and looks sideways. What an unexpected turn of events! Seeing her lose her air of authority, even being demure, makes Daniel experience a surge of attraction for this lovely woman. More than a feeling, in fact, there is a clear stirring in his groin, and he becomes aware that his penis is rapidly growing.

After their handshake, and them exchanging first names, Elise smiles, and looks downwards. She was only looking down because she knew she was blushing, and didn't want to lock eyes with Daniel in this state, since it may indicate that she is attracted to him. She knows it's wrong to flirt with visitors while on the job. But as she looks down, she notices that he is sporting a growing erection. It is happening so fast she can see his penis lift up, second by second, in small twitchy motions.

She does not know where to go from here. And neither does Daniel. He is terrified at the idea that she could be offended by the erection. Maybe this is going too far? He certainly doesn't want Elise to get in trouble. He quickly covers himself with his hand, trying to act casual. But Elise notices.

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"


"Have you forgotten about the rule?"

"The rule?"

"The rule about touching yourself?"


Daniel knew that she is no longer just enforcing a rule. She is encouraging him to continue exposing his erection to her. He looks at her in the eyes, and sees that she is gazing at him with interest.

"But Elise. I think I may be developing an erection."

"You think? Or you are?"

"Okay. It's definitely an erection."

"So it is. You are not allowed to hide it, remember?"

Daniel is reluctant to remove his hands. Or maybe he is just trying to delay the inevitable. Elise seems intent on taking their game further. She looks at him seriously.

"You know, Daniel, your erection could be caused by a bacterium in the lake. There are cases where genitals are irritated by this bacterium, which causes arousal, in both males and females."

"Really? Is it bad? Are there complications?"

"Not really. Our water safety specialists say it is harmless. The symptom is redness where the glans meets the corpus callosum. That's for the males. With females, the symptom is a redness on the outer lips where they meet the clitoral hood."