Kim Possible Porn Story: Thunder Snow – Chapter 1
Thunder Snow
Chapter 1
by kt
A/N: This story hits a little close to my heart since Dad was in an actual Thunder Snow storm for two hours a few weeks ago while driving home. His observation of what actually happened is written into this tale so part of this story is based on his actual real life experience. So sit back, put your feet up, grab a cup of cocoa moo and enjoy.
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A lot of people want to say they have “bagged a fourteener in a day” (hiked/climbed a fourteener) but are intimidated by the thought of spending an entire day fighting with a mountain. Well not me: Kim Possible. I may be just your basic, average girl who saves the world on occasion, but right now my sights are set on the biggest, baddest, fourteener, just 90 miles outside of Middleton. Even going one-on-one with Shego amounts to little more than a drop in the proverbial bucket compared to the physical demands a quest like this is going to take.
As always, I planned for everything ahead of time.
Wade had scoped out my ascent and descent routes by imagery satellites and GPS for every eventuality due to weather. Mom, ever concerned with my safety (like all Moms for their daughters) came up with a non-invasive prototype health status monitoring system. She ROCKS, for doing that! Dad, Jim and Tim packed me to the hilt for every possibility this sitch might hold, tech-wise. Ron and Rufus even participated by making me a mountain-top victory lunch for when I reached the summit.
Of course, thats was about all the moral support I would get from my BFBF as this was definitely not his cup of cocoa moo. He and Rufus were more interested in the dawn to dusk Bricks of Fury movie marathon on TV today.
Plus, it was early, too. Really early. 3:10 AM, to be precise.
Youve all heard those nightmare stories about people having to quit Mt. Everest when they are in spitting distance of the summit because of weather. While my own disappointment might not be as bad, you still don’t want to have to quit three-quarters of the way up the mountain because of weather. Storms generally arrive in the late afternoon, so I planned on starting up just a little after first light, at 6:00 AM.
Of course, Mom also packed the appropriate clothing since this particular mountain had unpredictable weather. Right now, summit temperatures averaged 40 to 50 degrees, but that could change in an instant; so you prepared accordingly. The list was pretty standard: warm socks (not cotton), durable climbing boots, extra pants, shorts, short-sleeve shirt, long sleeve-shirt, a windbreaker, polar coat, and a hat (just in case). And she didnt neglect my internal organs, skin and eyesight, either, so I was taking plenty of water (in a camelback), snacks to keep me going, sun block, and sunglasses.
Dad, Jim and Tim made sure that I had enough portable GPS add-ons to enhance the Kimmunicators standard setup, too. They also provided me with a hands-free camera for when I ate my R&R little glory snack at the top, celebrating my arrival! After that much of a hike, they were making sure that I was going to have proof of what I did. Theyre the greatest.
Wade and Mom topped it all off by having me wired for the whole climb via Internet satellite relay by using interweave metallic fiber threads that were now a part of my mission shirt. It made my shirt a bit stiff, but it was far better than having monitoring pads and wires taped and glued to various parts of my body. Mom, of course, used the pretense that she wanted my medical data for a research project she was doing on the effects of high altitude climbing and its effects on the oxygen flow to the brain. In reality, the real reason was to keep a watchful eye on me. I dont think she, Dad, Wade or Ron would have it any other way. And thats a good thing.
Of course I added my own finishing touch to all of this by adding one pair of an essential item.
After everything was over and I made my way down the last part of the mountain to the Sloth, I wanted to make sure I could slip my feet into my favorite pair of flip-flops. Trust me, after hiking up the mountain and back, I knew my feet would be ready for a little R&R which they can’t get in my heavy boots or mission sneakers.
I know, I know: its a girl thing to pamper your feetI am a girl, after all.
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I left Middleton at 4:00 am, packing everything into the storage compartment under the backseat of the Sloth, and enjoyed a great drive out to the foothills. Dawn came clear and rosy this mid-May Saturday as I drove up to the high mountains. By early daybreak the skies were so fresh and blue that I knew no one would remain indoors today since theyd probably remember how many jobs they had been postponing, and, with a revived spirit, theyd all rush outside to get them done. I could see in my minds eye everyone in the Tri-city area going on picnics, planting gardens, mowing yards, attending morning soccer games, or visiting neighbors. Everyone that is but my BFBF When Ron is in the mood for a TV marathon, the only thing that stops him is me threatening to cook something
Well, most of the time anyway, I grinned.
Perfect, I said to myself out loud. The last thing that most people would plan on doing today was a fourteener. Not that I dont mind company, but when its just me and a mountain all by myself: well there just isnt anything as stimulating as that kind of adrenalin rush.
To confirm how I was feeling, the radio started playing one of my favorite songs. It so describes how I feel right now. Cranking up the volume, I sang along with all my heart:
Things are crazy these days
Times slippin away
Ive got the world ahead of me
I dont wanna miss a thing
Cuz theres so much to do
And Im gonna get through
Now Im ready, yeah Im ready
Ready to take it on
Im ready for you
Are you ready for me
Im invincible, and I can do anything
Im ready to go
Are you ready to see
Dont you know that
Its impossible to stop me
I hope you agree, life impossibly
Sometimes you gotta do
What you gotta do
Anytime that you fall
Just give me a call
And Ill be ready, yeah Im ready
Ready to take it on
Ill be there whenever you need me
Im ready for you
Are you ready for me
Im invincible, and I can do anything
Im ready to go
Are you ready to see
Dont you know that
Its impossible to stop me
Ill never let you down
Im always ready
I can, I am, everything that
I need to be
I am, I can, nothing gonna stop me
I can, I am, everything that
I need to be
I am, I can, nothings gonna
Nothings gonna stop me
Im ready for you
Are you ready for me
Im invincible, and I can do anything
Im ready to go
Are you ready to see
Dont you know that
Its impossible to stop me
Im ready for you
Are you ready for me
Im invincible, and I can do anything
Im ready to go
Are you ready to see
Dont you know that
Its impossible to stop me
I am, I can, Im ready for you
I can, I am, are you ready for me
I am, I can, Im ready for you
Im invincible and Im ready.
As I turned off the main road and onto the well-maintained dirt one that goes to the main trailhead. The State Department of Parks made sure its passable to all cars this time of year and I enjoyed the last of the ride up for the last few miles. However, due to the early spring runoff, it got a little rough the last couple of hundred yards: no big deal for the Sloth. You kind of expect those challenges when you put yourself in these sitches. Someone else, of course, would probably have needed Drakkens hover car to do the same thing that I was going to do now.
Switching to the Sloths hover mode it was an easy glide to my final destination, and the Grande Car never handled better. Jim and Tim finally got the hover mode right and, with this test, I knew that even a large body of water couldnt stop the Sloth now. Finally reaching the end of the road, I ended up in a fairly small, empty parking area with a view up the Snowmass Creek valley which was simply breathtaking.
I am so up for this, I thought to myself. This was me doing what I loved to do. Just me, doin the impossible and making it possible.
I retrieved my equipment, put on my boots, did a full check of everything in my backpack and headed out for what I knew was going to be an awesome climb.
The beginning of the trail didnt start directly up the middle of the valley. That’s private property, so I started fairly high, hugging the left hand side of the hills. You sort of blend in with everything that way and get a chance to see nature in action.
I was about three miles along my way to Snowmass Lake, which is a worthwhile destination itself for picnics, when the trail passed through a spectacular, pristine wilderness with every assortment of local indigenous animal imaginable. Deer, elk, grey squirrels, cottontail bunnies and jackrabbits, foxes, black and brown bears littered the landscape. I felt like I was in a wonderland of nature that would never stop.
About four miles further up, I looked and saw another valley across Snowmass Lake and took in an impressive waterfall. The water flowed over a very smooth 30-foot rock which formed a smooth curtain of water. Now, that would be a great shower, but a little too cold for my taste this time of year. Besides, Id need at least forty minutes of privacy, even if the water temperature was right, and both Ron and Wade standing surveillance far enough out to keep the Tweebs awaywell, you ladies understand, dont you?
Beyond the falls, I spotted the northern summit of Snowmass Mountain. From there, it was two miles mostly straight up, and that is where my adventure really began.
I paced myself, foot by foot, up the rock face until I was at the narrow 2 foot ledge: exhausted. My legs were trembling so hard and my feet hurt like I was running a marathon, but still I climbed, pushing myself to not rest. My arms were screaming from the pain I felt and my hands were shaking through my gloves as I grabbed onto each handhold in succession. I wanted to dig my nails into my palms to stop the pain my body was feeling right now, but this was part of what I love about doing something like this. The feeling of pain, sweat and exhaustion all rolled together; driving me to the top of my goal. The exhilaration of accomplishing something that very few people ever do, all on my ownthats what fuels me.
Finally, after reaching the half-way ledge, the trail opened up to the famous Snowmass Creek logjam, and I rested for a few minutes, admiring the view. A whole lot of guidebooks, websites, and word-of-mouth describe the logjam crossing as beautiful but fairly serious for the average climber. Well, it’s not; it’s very easy to cross with the logs nicely wedged in place. Of course, Ron would say my mad cheer skills helped a lot, and Id probably have to agree with him. After all, I was doing a whole lot of skipping and jumping in spots. As I traversed the 500 yards of trees, long felled by the fury of avalanches past, I admired the size of the jam: it was quite impressive.
On the other side of the logs, I began my final ascent to the summit. The trail first followed a small valley and suddenly began switching back. As I emerged from the switchback, I entered into a dense pine forest, overgrown with brush; and yet, a little further up, there was a time-worn labeled trail-junction sign, the right fork pointed out the heading to the summit. Although I was alone this high up, I was still amazed as I peered over the ledge at the amount of people who were now several miles below me, day hiking to picnic at the lake. Suddenly I realized my own hike had already totaled 12-miles so far.
Pretty hefty doings for one day.
I knew I was getting close to the top because I could see the outline of Hagerman Mountain through a group of trees to my right. I passed one more very impressive waterfall on my left, then hiked a little more and arrived at the summit base. The Snowmass creek actually forms and starts here.
Without the winter snowfield, the trip to the top was a massive rock hop. Hagerman was definitely a cake walk fourteener and the easiest as I compared it with Snowmass. But I wouldnt trade this sitch for anything. As I neared the top, my scrambling increased, but it was anything I couldnt handle. In fact it wasnt difficult at all, mostly moderate 3rd class scrambling for me. Of course knowing 16 different types of Kung Fu and being on the Cheer Squad helps a whole lot when it comes to twists and turns barring my way by rocks, boulders and scrub pines.
When I arrived at the summit, a large smile crossed my lips and I let loose with a loud yell. I felt like I was on top of the world.
First thing I did was sign the register and then I took in the great views of the surrounding mountains.
Breathtaking didnt begin to describe what I saw. Moving to the summit edge and looking west, the mammoth Rocky Mountain glaciers and mountains surged high above the ground, their surfaces coated by a heavy dusting of snow that flowed into frozen inlets like whipped cream off a hot cup of cocoa moo. There were no footprints on those towers of nature, no buildings: in fact, nothing down below to indicate human presence. Only the slow movement of the mountains and glaciers and the brief melting of snow and ice marked the passage of time. For an instant I could say: For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky.
I took a few pictures but knew the camera wouldnt do the sight justice; still the pics would make a great memory. At this point I decided to rest a bit and took out Ron and Rufus lunch. This was one of the best parts of the whole hikeeating my victory lunch prepared by my most thoughtful BFBF and his little buddy. Ron and Rufus really know how to take care of me.
Setting up the auto-camera Dad and the Tweebs had made, I got some great shots of me with breath taking views in the background: also took a single shot of the registry and me standing beside it so Bon Bon couldnt dispute this one.
Taking that photo felt really, really good: kinda like landing a good punch on Shego’s chin.
By now, it was early afternoon and for some strange reason the near summery air rapidly started turning colder. It felt like the temp had fallen at least 20 degrees in a few minutes, and I then noticed that the pine trees below me were full of birds nervously fluttering and chatteringand more were arriving every moment, as though fleeing from some unseen enemy.
Suddenly, there appeared on the north eastern horizon a black blizzard, moving towards the mountain; there was no sound, no wind, nothing but an immense “boogery” cloud, growing in size.
In just a few minutes after the first bank appeared, I knew that the fury of the black blizzard was headed for me. It was eerie as it turned the bright sunshine of a perfect day into the murky inkiness of the blackest night as it approached. The great black bank continued growing and rolling in out of the northeast, sweeping the beauty of the day away like an eraser on a white board. In a twinkling, it literally struck the blue sky, plunging everything into inky blackness, worse than that on any midnight, when there is at least some starlight and outlines of objects can be seen.
I guessed I had about 50 or 60 minutes before it would hit my spot.
I could now feel an icy, north breeze preceding the 10,000-feet-high clouds of black and white with a grayish midnight fog enveloping everything preceding it.
I pulled up Wades descent options on the Kimmunicator and decided to rappel straight off the south face of Snowmass. It was pretty steep from the actual summit, so rappelling down, though being the quickest way of escape, was not necessarily the best option. But I didnt want to be stuck here, so I decided it was worth the risk. I climbed down a little bit, found a safe outcropping, secured my rope, and then repelled straight down.
It was fairly loose in the flat face but quite manageable with my skills, so it was pretty easy for the most part; besides, the view was breathtaking as I watched the storm approach. Continuing to rappel the whole way down the backside, I smirked at the oncoming storm and thought to myself, Youll have to do better than that to keep up with me.
It didn’t take me long at all to reach bottom, and I arrived at Snowmass Lake in less than 15 minutes. I began rock-hopping my way back down and, in less than thirty, was back at the Sloth.
I grinned. I had beat the storm but I had paid the price big time: My legs were absolutely spent as well as the rest of my body. Sixteen miles in one day (not to mention 7,700 feet of elevation) from a starting base of 6,700 is pretty rough even for me. But I was satisfied with my accomplishment and got ready for the trip down. Even on top of what was a very busy week of multiple missions and practices for the cheerleading regional finals, I had set a Possible first. I had bagged a fourteener in a day. That was me doin the Impossible again.
After all, Anything is possible, for a Possible.
After loading up the Sloth, I broke out my flip-flops and slid them onto my aching feet. A low moan of pleasure escaped my lips as my tired feet never felt better after a mission. I was absolutely sure I was going to ask Ron for a well-deserved foot rub when I got back home.
I pulled out my windbreaker, a few snacks, the camelback, and threw them all into the passenger seat and put the backpack in its compartment under the backseat. I didnt realize until I sat down in the driver seat what was keeping me going until it dawned on me that my adrenalin was still fueling me full-bore.
Checking in with Wade, I let him know I was headed back home and reminded him to tell everyone else. He confirmed that all the data had come through on Moms monitoring equipment and that everyone awaited my arrival to celebrate. I acknowledged and told him Id see them in a couple of hours as the drive back would probably be slow due to the approaching storm. He chuckled and asked if I needed a spa treatment from Midas. No, Wade. But a foot rub from Ron would be great. I could hear a chuckle from his throat and an almost audible Yeah, right. Like thats going to happen. I laughed to myself and thought, Stranger things have happened.
With all of that out of the way, I realized that I was the last one out as everyone else who had come up had left to get a jump back down the mountain before the storm hit. Looking back at the mountain, I blew it a kiss, turned around, put the Sloth in drive, and headed home.
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About three miles down the mountain, the snow started falling with big chunks of golf-ball-sized hail mixed in with rain and bolts of lightning that flashed through the black snow-whitened sky. Then there was the sound of strangely muted thunder. Sounds like a muffled rumble, I thought to myself, but it sounds brilliant. It almost sounded like it was orchestrated by Tchaikovsky for his 1812 Overture.
The thunder rumbled again, with lightning flashing overhead, while the precipitation continued in a rain/snow mix. It does that a lot here in the mountains west of Middleton. The weather can change at the drop of a hatanytimeanywhere.
For some reason, the thunder became infrequent but continued loudly at times overhead as the rain finally turned to a sleet mix and then to pure snow. The windblown snowflakes were now huge 1-inch flakes and were falling like crazyhorizontally, while the Sloth rocked back and forth by the wind like an old sailing ship during a maelstrom!
About 5 minutes after the snow began, there was another flash of lightning. It thundered so loud that it rattled the windows followed by another burst of light. It had a hellish yellow hue to it like it was delivered from the depths of Dantes Inferno and I didnt like it one bit.
Suddenly there was absolute quiet. Not a sound for almost an entire minute before the thunder and lightning continued once again in one monstrous wave for the next few seconds. It seemed like a high tide relentlessly pounding a beach; and then something happened that I had never experienced in my life
The entire inside of the Sloth was illuminated in an absolute brilliant white above the brightness of the sun and everything inside it, including me, seemed suspended in time. It was almost like being in Zero-G.
Then
everything went black
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