DaveFarts - Episode 24 “Windy Mountain”[Episode List]
Another summer, another camping trip for our heroes… and an even smaller tent than last time. On the mountain, the sounds of nature finally meet their match as Dave’s farts reach new heights in terms of loudness and power.
POV: Tim
Windy Mountain “Rise and shine, bro!”
I was woken up by a sudden thunder, a thunder which was accompanied by a peculiar scent. Considering how I could see a clear blue sky outside (somebody opened the window in my room), as my eyes adjusted to the light I recognised Dave’s ass in a pair of white basketball shorts hovering over me, effortlessly erupting a powerful morning blast directly on my face.
I probably woke up halfway through the rip, which was already around 10 seconds long. A short morning fart, for my friend’s high standards. The stench hit me and triggered my flight or fight response, effectively waking me up more efficiently than any alarm clock could. I pushed my friend’s ass away (as he kept farting), trying to remember what year it was.
“Alright, alright. I’m awake!”
Dave turned around and greeted me with a smile.
“Come on, we’re right on schedule.” he stated.
“Should I thank you or your ass?”
Dave simply looked up, making a funny facial expression, and ripped a quick loud one.
“Yes.” he simply replied, and left the room.
Those were natural, not even on command, but honestly who could tell the difference? Dave always had a fart ready, like you could ask him out of the blue to rip one and he’d probably be more than happy to go beyond your wildest expectations. One of his many talents: the incredible farts are like the cherry on top of this wonderful friend I’m lucky to have, a cherry that pleases my embarrassing and disgusting kink, a kink that, for some reason, my bud is completely okay with, getting some good immature laughs every time he teases me.
Like last year, the four of us (the other two being Greg and Adam) decided to get in touch with nature and go camping for a couple of days, like the hypocrite city slickers that we are. However, we’re pretty good at planning stuff like this, making sure it won’t interfere with our respective jobs and whatnot.
As Dave told me earlier, we were indeed right on schedule: it wasn’t even 6:00 AM and he was ready, a role-reversal compared to the last time we went camping, as I’m usually the one who hates being late. A quick shower, some casual clothes and I too was ready, just a shirt and pair of black shorts, whereas Dave was sporing a grey t-shirt and his signature, “summer style” camo cargo shorts which, given the context, immediately triggered my kinky ass as I just remembered how my friend mercilessly blasted me in our tent last year while wearing those.
I hated… that I fuckin’ loved it.
While farting wasn’t by far our main topic of discussion (believe it or not), I like to think that Dave too remembers… because he’s just a nice mixture of “the best bro you could ever ask for” and “your worst bully”. Or, much more realistically, he just doesn’t remember because while he does find the act of teasing me utterly hilarious, it’s not like our lives revolve around his farts.
Unlike last year we were actually much more independent as our other two buds travelled to our destination on their own, a relatively colder place where we could avoid this summer’s high temperatures, somewhere on a mountain not far from here. We’re hiking to some interesting sights, the most important being a big, lesser known waterfall located at higher altitudes and deeper into the forest.
We packed our stuff and as the Sun was setting we got into the car, Dave being the designated driver. My (much more important) role was choosing the music for the trip and sometimes checking the map. A true duo of rally drivers.
During the trip, me and my bro chatted about some random stuff and about one hour flew by. No traffic, no road works or anything, just a long but peaceful trip.
“Oh by the way.” Dave suddenly said, changing the subject. “When Dana and I went camping last year…”
He seemed embarrassed but couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing him, that was the kind of laughter he’d do whenever he did something stupid.
“Yes?” I asked, being annoyingly inquisitive on purpose.
“We broke your tent.” he simply said.
“Oh.” I replied, not caring that much.
Yes, after our trip last year, I let Dave and Dana bring my tent on their own trip. I totally forgot about it and it was a very cheap product anyway. Plus, I saw Dave putting a folded up tent into the trunk earlier this morning, so it’s not like we were gonna sleep with the bugs tonight.
“It was an accident, I’m sorry.” he said.
“You’re the worst person I ever met.” I replied, the sarcasm being almost tangible.
“I totally forgot about it.”
“Me too actually.” I admitted. “How did you break it? I deserve to know.” I asked, acting like I wanted to know how my grandpa died.
“Crazy sex obviously.” my friend said, with a smirk.
I stared back at him until he told me truth.
“Ok… I accidentally hit it while going in reverse.”
“How did it even happen?!” I yelled, amused. “Why was the car there in the first place?!”
“Girls, you know… she didn’t want to walk back to the car.”
I stared back at him again.
“We had beers in the trunk.”
“Unbelievable. Truly made for each other.”
We both had a good laugh at their laziness, and I made sure Dave knew it was fine: he bought a new tent after all, so we’re good.
“The new tent is a bit smaller though… not that you mind, right?” he said, and winked at me.
“Oh yeah, show me the infamous crazy sex you’ve been talking about.” I played along.
“Well that, obviously.” he joked. “But I was thinking more of… you know…”
He leaned a bit while driving and, as much as he could, pointed his camo-clad ass towards me; the fart was, well, one of his average ones, long, loud and proud, the sound partially muffled by the seat and car’s own noises, but I could still hear it clearly. A firm, strong, 7 seconds display of cocky manliness from my bro, something I pretend to be used to but for a number of reasons keeps surprising me somehow.
The smell hit me but the cars’ windows being open made it bearable.
Before I could stutter something, he sat back normally and resumed talking.
“Just like last year, you know.” he laughed.
He actually remembers it. The fact that he does gives me a mix of feelings. I remained silent, trying to focus on the road ahead, which he noticed.
“Aw come on, don’t act like you hate it, you hypocrite.” he playfully said, patting my shoulder. “You know you can relax when I’m around, right?” he then asked, a bit more seriously, keeping his right hand on my shoulder.
It took me a bit to answer that simple question, Dave being so open-minded he almost leaves me speechless.
“Yeah I know man. Thanks.”
“Good.” he said, again patting my shoulder.
This man’s patience is infinite.
And just like that, we resumed talking about the usual stuff, as if my kink never existed. I feel like Dave accepted my fetish more than I ever did with myself.
——
A few hours later we reached our destination, at around 10:00 AM, the mountains towering over us being so high we could see the peaks covered in glaciers. However, the town where we left the car was not at high altitudes, so while the weather wasn’t as hot as back home, you could still tell it was summer, a particularly hot one nonetheless, as some of the locals told us. From the small town we then begun our hiking towards a place called “Windy Mountain”, making sure our phones still got signal so we could keep our other two buds posted on our location.
As we got higher and higher, the temperatures got a bit lower, but still pleasing, despite our heavy backpacks.
“Call me hypocrite.” I said.
“I already did a few hours ago I believe.” Dave quickly replied.
“I’m just saying… I don’t blame you for parking the car next to the tent, when you were with Dana.”
“Ahah what, feeling tired already?” he mockingly said, tired.
“I could do this all day bro.” I boasted, lying.
“Well no worries, Greg and Adam set the camp right next to that river.”
Dave pointed to a location not really far from us, a bit more downhill than where we were, and I could indeed spot two people in the distance, which I assumed were our buds waiting for us. The view as a whole was also really nice, with the mountain overlooking the entire scene.
“You think they can hear us?” I asked.
“Only way to find out.”
My friend shouted our buds’ names, his voice echoing in the entire valley, but the two people didn’t seem to have any reaction. It was my turn to shout, but once again, nothing.
“Yeah it’s them.” Dave said. “I’d recognize Greg’ piss-yellow shirt anywhere.” he pointed out, as I too noticed that small yellow spot by the river.
“It’s weird they couldn’t hear us.”
“Let’s see if they can hear this then.”
Dave simply stood where it was, which was surprising considering the sheer amount of gas he started ejecting from his ass. The fart almost fake-sounding, but it was loud and powerful, my friend effortlessly showing off his skills, easily surpassing any natural sound around us. The fart truly echoed everywhere, and as the 9 seconds blast finished, I could still hear it propagating all over the valley. An impressive, almost terrifying display of what my friend is capable of.
Funnily enough, the guy in the piss shirt did seem to turn around; he then waved at us.
“Nice.” I said. “You probably scared the shit out of every animal in the valley, but nice.”
“It’s called ‘asserting dominance’, Timothy.” Dave said, acting all serious. “The valley now knows who’s in charge.”
“Wow I feel so safe now.” I said, letting my sarcasm do the talking… while trying to ignore my boner.
——
The moment we arrived, Greg and Adam fetched us beers and something to eat, just some snacks, as it was too early to set up a barbecue anyway. We started setting up our camp like we did last time: our two tents being on the opposite sides, facing each other, with a fire pit in the middle, not too close, not too far away.
“Isn’t that tent a bit too small for you two?” Greg noted, while rummaging through the snacks.
“We don’t need a bigger tent to compensate you know.” I replied, very maturely.
“Also, me and Tim like to snuggle in those cold summer nights.” Dave added, hugging me from behind. “Right, honey?”
I shook him off. “Oh yeah…” I played along. “Whisper me something soft and sweet, my stallion!”
What my ear received however was anything but a gentle whisper. Dave was really enjoying the beer and he decided to let me (and everyone) know by belching directly into my skull, the scent of yeast and water hitting my nostrils. My bro wants to make sure he can destroy me from both ends, if you know what I mean.
“Serves you right.” Greg snickered.
Like a Terminator, Dave changed his target and let me go, power-walking towards our snickering friend. Before Greg could beg for mercy, he grabbed his head and burped straight onto his face, earning mature laughters from me and Adam.
“The good news is that you’re probably scaring bears off.” Adam commented.
“He’s ‘asserting dominance’” I explained, making finger quotes.
“He’s the true alpha.” Adam added, sarcastically.
“He’s making me puke.” Greg managed to say, just as Dave’s belch ended.
Once this very mature display of manliness was over, my bro joined us in setting up the camp, with his classic smirk drawn on his face, pretty proud of making Greg almost lose it.
——
After setting up the camp we ate something, nothing too complicated, just some sandwiches and fresh water, because in the afternoon we planned to go hiking; the destination was this beautiful waterfall located deeper into the woods and at a higher altitude, a true sight to behold. Due to this however, the climate there was colder, and the temperatures started to lower even in the valley (where our camp was) due to the Sun hiding behind one of the tall mountains looming over us.
In our tent I was setting some things up before the hike, like the GPS on my phone, and pulling some things out of my backpack to avoid bringing something needlessly heavy with me. My back was facing the tent’s entrance but I could feel someone coming inside.
“Everything’s alright?” Dave asked.
For all the immature, sometimes gross pranks he plays on us (…you know what I mean), Dave was actually the smartest around here, and the one we trusted the most when it came to organizing trips like these. Just because he acts silly, it doesn’t man he’s stupid.
“Yeah man. All set.” I said. “If we die, they’re gonna find our corpses in no time.” I joked.
“That’s the spirit!” my friend cheered.
As the Dave got into the tent, I realized how smaller than the last one was indeed. The fact that my bro was taller and generally “bigger” than me, body-wise, didn’t help. There was room to breathe, lay down and all that stuff, but a bigger tent would have definitely been better.
My bro got on all fours to look for some of his own stuff and, due to the small size of the tent, accidentally brushed his camo-clad ass all over me more than once. This stuff can happen to everyone, so I just ignored it, though it was hard not to think of what that same ass is capable of, considering the person who belongs to.
“Looking for something?” I asked, turning to him, though my head was basically talking to his ass.
“Yeah, my rain jacket.” he said, while rummaging through his own backpack.
“Oh right, the waterfall.” I remembered. I too had a rain jacket after all.
“Nevermind, found it.” he told me, giving me an OK I sign.
I kept checking my stuff, his camo-clad ass still literally next to me. I noticed Dave’s hand now patting his own butt, like we all do when we can’t find our phones in our back-pockets.
“What are you looking for now?” I asked, without even turning to his ass, even though my boner really wanted me to take a closer look.
Dave didn’t answer, though I felt his hand pat my shoulder, then my hair.
“Your head, actually.” he said, trying not to laugh.
He quickly pulled me and planted my entire face into his ass, holding it still. As my nose touched the warm fabric of his cargo pants, I felt his buttcheeks relax and, surprise to no one, a fart came out, a loud blast that made my teeth shake for how strong and loud it was. The gas went down my nostrils and eyes, making me choke, but Dave’s firm grip on my head was merciless. As my bro kept his position on all four, he raised one of his legs a bit, easing the blast out, actually making him get even louder. He finally let me head go as he did this, but my kinky-self didn’t move at all, enjoying the blast until it was over.
And indeed it was over, at around 11 seconds, a fart fueled by beer and snacks. I heard my friend laugh as he gently pushed me away using his own ass. The turned around, with his usual smirk.
“It’s just too easy with you.” he said.
I didn’t say anything, turning my attention to my backpack again. Despite Dave’s best (worst?) efforts, I was always embarrassed by this. My bro probably noticed this and stopped the teasing, getting ready himself for the hike.
As I mentioned, the temperatures were getting lower, so Dave changed clothes accordingly: he was now wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and the aforementioned rain jacket.
“Piss yellow? How the tables have turned.” I mocked him, commenting the color of the jacket.
“It’s ochre, you swine.” he said.
——
We were hiking in single file, with me being the last, in the woods, the temperatures getting lower; the mood was great however, and we occasionally improvised songs from a certain epic fantasy as we felt like we were marching towards a dark volcano or a dragon-infested mountain. The landscapes certainly helped the illusion of an epic tale: it was just a damn beautiful place; despite the Sun being still obscured by the mountains, we could still it was a picture perfect day, weather-wise: we couldn’t have chosen a better day to go camping and hiking.
My gay and kinky ass kept distracting me from truly appreciating the beauty of nature, as Dave was the one walking in front of me. Regardless of my fetish, Dave was a great-looking guy, so I couldn’t help but to stare at him for a few seconds whenever I could. My eyes would obviously land on his jeans-clad ass more than once, which were a bit loose but also wrapped nicely around his powerful butt as he walked. Disgustingly enough, I wished he could fart on me while wearing those, but I won’t deny I’d love to ask, but I will never do it, I’d feel like I’m crossing some boundaries I’m not supposed to cross, because at the end of the day Dave is straight.
I can at least enjoy the view… and considering that the human body is, well, not artificial, you can technically say I’m still enjoying the scenery nature had to offer.
——
The hype paid off: the waterfall, the main reason we came up here in the first place, was absolutely incredible. We were speechless, so stunned we didn’t even think to take a picture of it the moment we got there. We kept walking, following a route that would get us right in front of it, millions of small droplets of water already dampening our faces and clothes. This never-ending wall of water going down the mountain was a beast, and a loud one truth to be told: we had to yell because we couldn’t hear anything unless we stood really close to each other.
“I’m speechless.” I yelled everyone.
“What?!” everyone replied.
“I said that I’m speechless!”
“Then why are you talking?!” Greg screamed back.
We didn’t have anything else to say as we stood in front of that wonderful display of nature, letting the water do all the talk. Finally we decided to become a boomer’s worst nightmare and pulled our phones out, taking pictures, posting stories and selfies. I saw Dave making a short video-call with Dana, even though the two could barely hear each other (but knowing them, that was the entire joke) while the other three of us settled for posting our pics on social medias.
It was still daytime (around 5:00 PM) but after about 20 minutes admiring the scenery, we decided it was time to hike back to the camp.
Also, we were starving.
“You two want to make out or what?” Adam yelled, noticing me and Dave staying behind.
I explained (screaming like a demon) that Dave needed to send a couple more pics to Dana, but the phone’s signal was unstable, so I was waiting for him to not leave him alone there.
Adam gestured a “whatever” and he and Greg disappeared in the woods around the waterfall.
After a couple more minutes, which I spent sitting down admiring that cathedral of nature, Dave put his phone in the backpack and sat next to me, at first in silence.
“I gotta take Dana to this place.” he thought out loud.
We kept sitting there, the loudness of the water rushing down the only thing we could hear despite ourselves. I decided to ruin the moment by reaching for something in my backpack.
“Beer?” I said, handing a can of beer to my bro.
“Always.” he replied.
We had a quick toast and enjoyed the view a bit more.
“Man that’s loud.” I commented, the waterfall’s noise starting to piercing my ear-drums.
Dave slowly turned to me, sporting an exaggerated smirk.
“Challenge accepted.”
I guess it was his turn to ruin the moment.
He quickly stood up, now towering next to me, and I could once again admire that beautiful denim ass. He wasn’t gonna fart in my face, not there at least, but for some reason he just wanted to do it. It wasn’t because of me, I’m pretty sure: the guy just enjoys showing off.
I didn’t stand up, and just stared at Dave… waiting, until he turned his head down to me with a cheesy smirk.
“You can’t hear it?” he yelled.
I instinctively stared at his ass and focuses. I could barely hear it: it was one of his well-known farts, loud and proud, but he still couldn’t beat the waterfall.
Trying to hide my massive boner, I simply gestured my ear, as to say that I couldn’t hear it. My friend just laughed and I could see his eyes narrowing, as if he was forcing more gas out.
And truth to be told, I could hear the fart getting louder, still not as loud as the waterfall obviously, but damn that must have been incredible to hear in all of its glory.
Dave kept standing still, relaxing his ass muscles and pushing what was probably one of his longest and loudest farts out. I could notice the droplets coming from the waterfall being blown farther away once they got close to his denim ass, a sign of powerful that blast was.
Now I could hear it properly, which my friend noticed, as he once again stared down at me sporting a wide, silly smile, immaturely proud of his fart. Really putting the “ass” in the whole “asserting dominance”-thing he had going one since we got here.
I thought I was ruining the moment with that beer, but Dave is better at everything I guess.
The hardest thing (besides my penis) was fighting the urge to simply plant my face into that ass, so I could properly enjoy that massive display of farting-talent; I couldn’t complain however, since Dave is basically a terribly wonderful enabler for my fart kink.
Now I couldn’t hear the waterfall anymore, only the fart; that fact that I was right next to the source of the blast certainly helped, but that was impressive either way. Dave was visibly exhausted: that was too much even for him (and, probably, me), so he sat down next to me again, sighing in relief, and the fart ended. How long did that last anyway? Not only it was loud, it was extremely lengthy. If I had to guess, that was probably around 60 seconds!
I tried to focus again on the waterfall, while Dave proposed another toast.
“To us.” he said, sounding as corny as you think.
“Really?” I replied, skeptical.
Dave simply laughed in response.
“You’re a disgusting weirdo, Tim.” he said, smiling, but those words didn’t hurt me at all, because I knew he wouldn’t say things like that to hurt me. “But takes one to know one.”
“Wait.” I was confused. “What does that mean?”
“Don’t get any ideas now.” he quickly stated. “I just wanted to remind you how weird all of this is.” he took a sip of his beer. “How hilariously weird.” he laughed.
Dave, a straight guy, a good friend. Yes, I was the weirdo of the duo, but he doing what he does for me can be just as weird and the fact that he just doesn’t care only proves even more what a great bro he is, being ridiculously open-minded about all this stuff.
“You didn’t have to, you know?” I told him.
“Teasing you is hilarious.” he admitted. “Thanks for the laughs.” he patted my back.
I simply decided to remain silent, probably the best decision, and let the waterfall once again do all the talk, as the millions of droplets of water made our clothes soaking wet. Dave asserted his dominance, but the waterfall definitely had the last word.
——
Back to the camp, we quickly put some sausages with “Adam’s special sauce” on the barbecue (I’ll save you the mandatory jokes) and had a nice dinner all the 4 of us together, planning on what we were gonna do the next day; probably something simpler, not deep in the woods: the town were we left the car had a couple of good restaurants so like the bunch of city slickers we are, we decided to hang out there the next morning.
It was a windy night, but it wasn’t that cold outside, so both me and Dave lay down in our tent, next to each other, without sleeping bags. A small lantern lit the inside of the tent with a warm light. My friend was lying on his stomach, still wearing the long-sleeved shirt and the jeans from before, which I sadly immediately noticed.
Dave’s face was even more lit because of his phone inches from his nose, which he was using to message Dana, as the continuous tapping and notifications sounds confirmed. Honestly, that was kind of annoying.
“Bro…” I whispered. “Can you… please, you know?” I said, hoping to sound just as annoying.
“Mh?” Dave replied, distracted by all the messaging.
“Please?” I repeated.
Dave smiled and resumed the noisy tapping. “Yeah sure, give me a minute.”
“Nice.” I thanked him.
I simply laid down, staring at what can we consider the “ceiling” of our tent. That was a good day, we should actually do it more often.
“Alright.” Dave put his phone down, after indeed a minute passed.
However, he kept moving for some reason. He laid down on his back and turned his entire body so his legs would be next to my head. But then, he cocked his denim legs up and made those go over my head, now fully showing off his denim ass right next to my face, which looked like a wall of jeans given how loose (almost sagging) it was.
“Dude, what the fuck?!” I almost yelled.
“Huh?” Dave said. All I could see was his denim ass, but I could tell he was confused.
“What the Hell?” I kept asking.
“Bro. You literally asked for it.” he explained.
“I didn’t.”
“Yeah you did!” he insisted, this time laughing a bit.
That felt surreal.
Then I realized.
“I was… I was talking about all the tapping, dude! If you could put that damn phone on mute!”
We remained silent for a couple of long seconds, then Dave broke the silence by laughing like an idiot.
“Sorry bro, I totally thought you finally had the guts to just ask for it ahah.”
“I would never!”
We kept talking like that, with my head inches from his ass, Dave just casually lying down like that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Well…” my bro finally said. “Do you want me to fart or not?” he whispered, as we both remembered that Greg and Adam’s tent wasn’t far from us, even though they were already asleep.
The way he just casually asked got me massively aroused already. How in the world I manage to have a friend like him is beyond me, beyond my wildest dreams.
“It’s not like I have anything better to do anyway.” he then said.
Indeed, we were in the middle of nowhere.
“Okay…” I finally found the courage to speak. “But only if you want to.”
Dave laughed.
“I don’t want to fart in your face, bro.” he said, reaching for my head, pulling it even closer to his denim ass. “I want to fuckin’ end it. Ready?”
That was a rhetorical question. The blast that greeted me was massive, my face shaking due to the power of that fart. Whatever sauce Adam put on those sausages really messed with my friend’s stomach, which was already infamously powerful as well all know. The stench was unbearable and the entire tent shook because of the wind Dave was shooting out of his ass.
The natural blast kept going for about 12 more seconds, with my friend letting my head go halfway through the rip, knowing that I wasn’t going anywhere. At around the 16th second mark, the fart finally ended, leaving an invisible gas cloud engulfing the tent. The smell hit my bro as well, but he was basically immune at his own poisonous attacks.
Without moving his ass, he slightly got up, staring down at me from beyond that wall of jeans, with a silly smirk, checking for my reaction, which was awkward and speechless as usual, something that he’d always find amusing.
“Are you ok there, Tim?” we heard Greg yell from his tent.
Both of us laughed like idiots this time. “It’s all good!” Dave yelled.
Maintaining eye-contact with me, with his ass still inches from my face, he started to suck air in. The facial expressions he made were just as hot as the sounds he was producing from his ass.
“Asserting dominance?” I casually asked.
Dave laughed again. “Nah, just making a thirsty bitch’s dreams come true.” he joked.
Once again, I wasn’t offended, nor Dave’s words were ill-intentioned. We always made fun of each other after all, and considering what was happening… I honestly deserved that.
My friend reached for my head one more time, pulling it close to his denim ass, now completely sagging, my nose rubbing against the red fabric of his sweaty boxer shorts. This time he was blasting me on command, but honestly there were no different from his natural ones. He was indeed really good at quenching my thirst, I couldn’t deny that.
It was a series of mid rips, loud and about 3 seconds long each. I wish Dave always had nothing better to do than blasting me, to be honest. I again heard our other friends’ yelling something, but the sound from Dave’s farts was so loud it reminded me of the waterfall.
The tip of my cock dampened as the barrage ended with a longer 9 seconds rip, which almost teared a hole through my friend’s red boxer.
He finally let me go and he resumed his previous position, lying down next to me.
“Dave…” I said. “I’ll never understand why you do it, but thanks.”
“I swear I’m gonna kick your ass if you keep saying that.” he replied, pushing me a bit.
I tried to relax, as if nothing happened, another thing that Dave was much better than me at. I closed my eyes and focused on having a good night sleep… but I heard all that tapping again.
“Really?” I said, turning to him.
“If you can handle the noises my ass makes, you can handle my phone, you hypocrite.”
“I… you… you KNEW I was talking about the phone the whole time!”
Dave simply turned to me, sporting the most annoying smirk he could mess me with.
“It’s just too easy with you.” he said one more time, and winked at me.
Truly asserting dominance, he raised one of his legs and a ripped a quick, loud one, effortlessly.
At this point I was just blushing like a fool. I turned my back to him to avoid eye contact because I was a mess. My bro is such a teasing bastard and I both hate and love him for this, but damn it’s getting way too hot in here.
Luckily, the cold windy night helped cooling me down, even though there was more wind inside the tent than outside, because of Dave.
Maybe that’s why they call it “Windy Mountain” (yes, you knew it was coming).
End of Episode 24