Halfway up Mt. Wellington in Tasmania...
... myself and a fellow bushwalker sprung a young couple in the throes of presumably impromptu doggyness, as we laboured up the trail. I felt so awful. It was the middle of winter, on a week day. It was totally unpopulated, almost trackless wilderness. You can just imagine them thinking "there's no way anybody's going to come along. Let's just go for it".

My companion merely said "carry on" as they stood there, mouths agape, motionless, pants around bluish ankles.

This memory rather spoiled things for me and Mr. Lonelybadger in the Canadian Rockies. He was worried about bears, and I was worried about retards in recreational vehicles... or hikers, who might say something like "carry on, eh".

We gave it a couple of good goes, though, despite risk of frostbite.
(lonelybadger, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 3:22, Reply)