There were many things about the camp that Makani loved. The freedom that came with the sex-positive atmosphere, the caliber of the men that were there, the pristine amenities that the camp staff offered and, of course, the natural beauty that the camp found itself perfectly nestled in. And while many of the campers seemed inclined to take part in what the camp’s niche, Makani was a man that enjoyed all facets of what it had to offer. And as an active individual, that meant taking part in some of the various active things.
Though he was interested in joining a rock-climbing expedition with other campers, Makani was a curious soul that couldn’t wait until the expedition date and decided to make his way. Already having hiked some, he knew some of the cliffs that one could climb and he made sure to use his map and the skills he accumulated from boy scouts from many years ago. Once he reached his destination, he applied his climbing gear and hooked himself to the ropes that were already there - no doubt for any campers that wanted to climb themselves.
As soon as he reached the top, however, Makani was surprised to see another figure there.
“...I’m not interrupting a private moment, am I?” the professional athlete spoke as he rose to his feet, wiping the dust off his hands on his cargo shorts.