Originally Posted by Paradoxodarap
Over the years, thousands of IU students came and went at Packinghouse, so it's not surprising that on an internet forum nearly 800,000 strong, some of the members will see themselves in these photos. And my feeling is that many members who aren't featured in the photos attended the quarries at one time or another during its decades-long run. For those of you who fall into either category, I urge you to post your Packinghouse recollections and stories.
I have no firsthand experience with intimate female grooming. My wife belongs to the generation that never shaved, waxed or anything of the sort. Since her youth she has been furry and likely, always will be. And that's fine with me.
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These two furry girls were regular visitors and spread their towels at many different quarries. They always attended in tandem. I suppose they felt safer having a friend along. Over the course of one summer I saw them at Mill pond, Full moon and, in the first two photos, at Sundown on the clifftop. Sundown was situated such that hillside runoff flowed into the hole. Note murky water in the background. Ordinarily clear, the water had been sullied by heavy overnight thunderstorms.
In the last five photos taken on a different day, the pair is at Goldfish Quarry, hanging out with unknown dude.
I have a question for nudist girls who color their dark hair blonde: Why don't you follow through and dye your pubes too? This girl and a few other quarry women possessed the same two-tone hair fashion; light-over-dark. Seems to me if they wanted to look their very best, they would have paid attention to detail and made sure the cuffs matched the collar.
Although many skinny-dipped there, very few were privy to the quarry's underwater treasure. Goldfish aren't native to Indiana. Someone had to stock them. My best guess: an IU student, or possibly more than one, was leaving campus after commencement and couldn't take their aquarium so instead of flushing the fish, they put them in the quarry where they survived and thrived, all two dozen of them. While snorkeling in the depths amongst these docile creatures, some of which measured 12 inches, I was transported far away from the American Midwest; by all appearances, I was diving in a lagoon off some South Sea island paradise.
How fortunate for those fish to be able to live out their natural lives in total freedom. Every one of us should be so lucky.
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