These two furry girls were regular visitors who spread their towels at many different quarries. They always attended in tandem. I suppose each 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 in the same clifftop area where I photographed Tim and Laura (post #46, first four photos) only shot from the opposite direction. Sundown was situated such that hillside runoff flowed into the hole. Note murky water in the background. Ordinarily clear, the quarry had been sullied by heavy overnight thunderstorms. In the first two photos the guy sitting to the right (mostly out of the frame) was not Catman and he was not with the girls near as I could tell. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt he just sat there visually ravishing their bodies. And for the longest time, they let him.
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? The blonde in this series, and a few other quarry regulars, sported the same two-tone, light-over-dark hair fashion. The young women who skinny-dipped at Packinghouse made an effort to keep themselves fit, trim, and healthy. And it showed; they looked great. But it 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 at Goldfish, very few were privy to its underwater treasure. Goldfish are not native to Indiana. Someone had to stock them. My best guess: an IU student, or possibly more than one, was leaving campus for the summer, or, having graduated was leaving for good, and couldn't take their aquarium so instead of flushing the fish, they released them into the quarry. At least two dozen survived and thrived. While snorkeling 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 immersed in a tropical lagoon in 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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