The Clearfork building

There is a camp on the eastern edge of the Ouachita Mountains, halfway between Hot Springs and Mount Ida, called Camp Clearfork. Rock was there for about the fifteenth time with the Little Rock Hash House Harriers and was inside a building he had never before examined. It was huge, indeed mountainous, larger inside than anything Rock had seen, or imagined. He was several thousand feet above the camp, wandering around what looked like ruins from a prehistoric town. He could see Hashers below, tiny as they sat at picnic tables and in foldout chairs in the shade of tall evergreens and oaks by the camp's large blue lake.
Dozens of other Hashers had climbed near the top of the building and moved along the the narrow and steep stone stairwells and across swinging bridges made of rope and wood.
Rock spotted his friend Zach far below.
"Hey Zach," he shouted as loudly as he could. "Thanks for that goddamn blowjob."
He heard laughter dampened by the distance as it echoed up from the camp.