As I previously mentioned, the Noland trail is someplace that I frequent often. Today the weather was exceptionally beautiful and I had a lot of studying ahead of me in hopes of doing well on our midterm. So I packed up my Jeep and drove to the little park that resides along the Noland Trail. I park my Jeep CJ7 near the tree line, climb into the back, and start hitting the books. Even though Newport News is somewhat of a miserable city, this area seems to be an Oasis from the misery of the city. It's isolated, quite, and just a great place to sit back for a few hours and study. The birds were out today playing in the tree behind me and chirping away and there was a nice slight breeze that would rustle the just-turning fall foliage. I'm going over my notes, doing the essays, studying the four Axioms of sacred place, and then I experienced something I have never witnessed before.
Up pulls an older Chevy pickup and a new Chevy HHR. A guy in the truck, a gal in the car, both middle aged. I'm sitting slouched down in the back of my Jeep and somewhat mentally numb from the few hours of studying. They park next to each other and the man quickly jumps into the car with the woman. Alright, so maybe they're friends meeting after work, two people going over business, etc. Well, they started to get down to business alright. They were all over each other, making out, and after awhile I think they realized the big orange Jeep sitting 20ft in front of them had someone in it, but at this point I doubted they cared. Then I saw her head disappear underneath the dashboard....... I'll leave the rest up to your imagination here.
After 30mins of this, and me trying the best to stay focused on the readings of Lane, they start up the HHR and she moves to the other side of the truck, thus blocking my view of all but the top of their car. Now, I'm young, I know young people do such things, but this at 3pm in the middle of a park and these people were by far not young. I get back to my business while they're making theirs until a Mariner's Museum Security vehicle pulls up. The guard stays in his vehicle for a few minutes then gets out and walks up to the HHR. At this point any notion of me studying has gone out the window and my attention is fully tuned to what might be very awkward situation for a few horny middle-aged idiots.
The guard asks them to roll down the window and prominently states he does not like what he sees here. The man quickly assures the guard that nothing is going on, but the guard again restates that the windows are fogged, something about clothes, and that this isn't a back yard and they need to cut it out. He walks away and the man hatefully yells "I'm just saying!!!" obviously pissed over what you could call being cock blocked.
I'm cracking up at this point, hell; I wish I had a video camera. Eventually the guard leaves and the couple pull the car around, get out, and walk 50ft back into the woods and start making out passionately. At this point I was going to go for a walk to clear my mind from all the studying, but I was afraid the old hornball was pissed at my presence and would slash my expensive all terrain tires on my Jeep, so instead I packed up and headed back home.
Alright, so I wasn't really in the wilderness, nor did I have some religious like when Lane felt the earth growing underneath him and he went around and blessed all the trees. I was in the back of my old Jeep listening to the calming sound of the small forest surronding me trying to study when all of a sudden I experienced something I soon won't forget. Kind of one in the same, just totally opposite.
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