I had several things working against me. I did not know when she would be ready to eat and I did not know what she liked. I had just arisen and the Sun was just peeking over the Mountain. I combed my hair and put the stick to my arm pits. I had not shaved. I stepped out side and heard "Good Morning, Bob" She was sitting on a log a short distance up the hill. I yelled "Good morning Blythe", and waved her down. As she got close, she started to skip and it looked so cute. This lady was powerful. Both of us remembered the explosion of passion the night before and both wondered if it was something lasting or just a slip between two hungry people. Both of us knew the other one was wondering that too, so to set the tempo, I just gave her a little hug. I expained my dilemma and she said she liked most every thing any way. I knew she had her preferences, but would not say right now. As I looked at her sitting in the now risen Sun light, her long red hair flowing down her back just shown like strands of gold... red gold. Fair skin, but not white. I suspected she played Tennis, but did not ask. My cooking tasted really good..to me..and I wondered what I had done wrong. She bragged on my cooking and said "You will make someone a good wife." As we had eaten and were enjoying a second cup of coffee, her last comment opened a door to something I felt very strongly about. "I must tell you how I feel about marriage....I do not believe in roll playing. The woman cooks, does the laundry, cleans the house, does the shopping...and all that because the man is the bread winner and need do no more......If I ever find the right person, I want to get married...I want us to do everything together..share the work...John Lennon sang a song named "Woman is the Nigger of the World"...I don't know how he got away with that title. I think a good woman is the seventh wonder of the World. Think about Farmers Wives in the old days...they raised the kids, washed all clothing, cooked three meals a day for all the Farm hands, did the dishes, put the kids to bed, and the farmer wanted sex and complained because she wasn't in the mood....self centered, unsympathetic sons of a bitches....." I was shocked at myself for profanity and an un-asked for tirade. She uttered something that she didn't mean to say either..it just spilled out when she was not on guard.."Bob, I love you." Then, she put her fingers over her mouth and apologized. There was only one response that I knew in a moment like that. I went over to her and gently took her hand and raised her up on her feet. I drew her close to me and my face was brushed with her hair....."Blythe...both of us are grown ups...mature, and educated. We know proper behaviour...and yet, there is something inside that must be expressed because it is pure truth..honesty..being true to your self...Blythe, this not the mood of the moment, cheap, careless expression used by the light weights.....Blythe....Blythe.....I love you too. " Sometimes, when words have been spoken, there is no need for more words to explain words spoken. So, she raised her hand up and softly stroked my hair. For some unknown reason, I said "Meow" Then we both stepped back and just looked at each other...not saying a word....I said: "Blythe, this very spot is where my mentor...almost a second Father and I camped thirty two years ago. He passed away shortly after we made this trip." I pointed to the secret tree as I called it, and told her we had hiked up to that tree. "Would you like to hike up there with me, or is hiking not your thing?" "Hiking is one of my things and why do you think I wore these hiking boots?" We put the food away and started down the steep downward trail to the bottom of the gorge. Mr Key had some binoculars and he figured out the best way to get up there. We found a human skeleton on the way." She said "Wow, that is creepy..no bones about it." I had to stop and laugh. I told her she should be a stand up comedian and she told me she was standing up. I loved that girl. I decided that if we ever got married, I would never argue with her. We made it up to the top and I showed her where we found the skeleton. When we came to the tree, we stopped and sat down...the altitude made us out of breath a little. I told her about the terrible wind storm that came in and how the wind had blown Mr. Key's canteen off the top when he took it off and set it on the ground. She peered over the side and down. "I bet that canteen is still down there someplace. They are made of non rust metal..I think" she said. "Blythe...I am thinking..let's have a nice meal around my fire tonight and then just talk about anything and then go to bed. Then, let's pack up and go down to the city. I will show you around and then we can have dinner at a nice place. I think we should take both cars down and not leave one here. We can park yours in a tended parking lot. I will rent us both rooms at a nice Hotel or what ever, and then we can..do....what? " She said that it was a very nice offer, but she really needed to make some notes on what had happened so far and thought it best that she stay in the quiet solitude of the Mountains and work on her lap top. I agreed and after a little more visiting, we walked back down to our camp. I pointed to a crack in the side of a bluff and told her that I told Mr Key that I found a cave that we could build a fire in. She laughed and told me that I stretched things a little when I was a boy. When we got back to my camp, she said how much she had enjoyed the breakfast and the walk, but she needed to go back to her site and do some work on the computer. I understood and walked her back to her spot. She stopped at the big rock that was where we scared the daylights out of each other the night before. She said nothing....just looked at it and then we went on up to her site. We hugged a little hug and said good bye. "I am looking foreward to the steak dinner you promised me for tonight" she said. I said...I have two Filet Mignons and a bottle of vintage red." "What time?" she asked. "You set it" I said. 'It gets dark about eight..why don't I come down about seven and I can help you with the meal" We agreed and she turned and went to her car; I turned and walked down..feeling a great absence already....(to be continued)
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