Somewhere in amongst the hodge podge that is my blog, I am trying to share the story of how I became the woman I am today. But its been almost ten months since I last shared a glimpse into my world as I built it for myself. And occasionally I stumble across a memory that is so fun, so silly, such a gloriously gratuitous use of my time that I roar with laughter as I type. The story of the Rear End Rude Name Road Trip is one of those memories.
A rear end, rude name road trip? What are you on about Barefoot?
Well… it was 2019, approaching the summer holidays of our first summer as friends when SWL giggled the idea at me.
Her exact words lost in the mists of time, but something to do with my Scavenger Hunt and a favourite spot on the north Devon/Cornwall coast – Boobys Bay. She thought we could go there and take a picture by the sign. Both of us.
I remember being slightly taken aback, this being our first conversation about her exposing herself publicly. But I went with it because, well, it sounded fun! Especially when alliteration took over and the title of our escapade was born…
The Rear End Rude Name Road Trip.
You will know, if you’ve been reading the blog for a while,that when it comes to planning and organising SWL and I are like chalk and cheese.
Before I knew it we had a list of other roads with rude names within an hours driving time. We also had a weekend in the diary and a sense of adventure.
As with the exact words that SWL used, some rude name road photos have been lost to the ether. I’m hopeful that I’ll discover them again – my organisation skills are improving thanks to SWL – but in the meantime, I’m sharing what we did find.
One notable exception, a location we didn’t find, was Clitters.
The map said we were there.
We drove around the area looking. We got out and walked. Scoured the place for a hint of the road name. But no.
Cue more raucous laughter.
Two women, both skilled at finding our own clits. Ot to mention this woman, with a not-insignificant level of skill finding other women’s clits. Yet there we were, in the middle of the cornish countryside, drawing a blank as to this mythical location.
Well, if that doesnt give us empathy for the plight of so many men in an unknown landscape I don’t know what would. One of the lost photos is a screenshot of the map that said we were there. Harrumph!
Mission failed? Or was the rear end rude name road trip a rip roaring success?
I think I’ll let you decide.
I was reminded of this road trip while looking at the Scavenger Hunt pages. Next I asked SWL about the missing Road location, and we were convinced we had nagged it already. The penny dropped… and triggered a lot of laughter about Clitters, followed by reminiscing about the rest of the trip. We plan on extending our road trip in the future, and someone may even have a rough list forming. I may be wrong though…
Click the button to find out where everyone else has been exposing themselves. And follow this to my Scavenger Hunt archives, where you’ll find all my other locations to date. (Not to mention future posts when they’re published.)
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
I knew I could rely on you to find the most oerfect street signs. I have a couple near me I haven’t quite achieved yet but they’re definitely on my list.
The timing for these can be really tricky, can’t it. I look forward to seeing your rude name road signs!
great pics