SETTING UP THE SACRED CAMP SITE

To me, it was a sacred place.  As the Sun was getting low, I decided to build the spit and build a fire first.  I could, then, set up camp by fire light.  I gathered my rocks and built a little circle of them three layers high.  The wood was in abundance...lots of broken and dried out branches and twigs.  I got that going while I went out to gather bigger stuff.  I, then, started unpacking.  I set the tent up first.  I had bought a a two man tent and this one was camaflauged.  Then,  out came all the utensils..I left the food in the ice chest until cooking time. I meant to tell you that the only promise I had broken to Mr. Key...(I now thought of him as Bob) ..was that I did enjoy a drink or two.  I brought a good red wine with me and some wine glasses....Two of them !  I must admit that I wanted to go up and cook on Blythe's fire, but I knew it would cast me in a better light to not seem like an opportunist.  I really liked her,  she was very smart in a feminine way.  I imagined I could still smell her essence...a subtle perfume it was...not cheap....in fact, it didn't hit you...first, you began to imagine that you detected a most seductive waft that came and went like fingers on a harp..it played with your senses.  I could not remember coming into physical contact with her.  I wondered what she was doing, and as it was dark, I shot a glance up her way to see if I could see the glow of the fire.  I was sure she had brought a lantern and flashlights.  Total darkness and stillness.  I began to worry about her; maybe she had fallen or something was wrong.  I took my flashlight so I could see the trees and began to silently walk to her camp site.  I needed the light to see, but I didn't want her to know I was there..she might think I like her.  I could now see the hot bed of coals glowing and the shadow of her car...but no sign of Blythe.  I tip toed up to her tent and heard no sound..all dark..all quiet.  The tent flaps were still open...she was gone.  I felt an incredible....panic..which was a mixture of obsessive-possesive disorder and possible insecurity.  These are the dis-orders I spent ten years learning how to treat.  I decided to get out of there as fast and as silently as I could.  I was about mid-way back and I decided to stop as I thought I heard something behind a big rock.  I walked up close to the rock which really was a boulder about eight feet tall and ten feet wide.  I did hear a noise of some kind and it was probably an animal scurry, but I had to be sure.  It became a waiting game.  I quietly tip toed around the corner of the rock and met Blythe face to face as she was tip toing towards me.  I dropped my flash light and screamed.  She dropped her flash light and screamed.  We simply had startled each other.  Then, it was like something pre-determined took over...we were in a play and it was choreographed,,it seemed.  We moved together in unison..  We flew into each other's arms..we held each other tight..we kissed and kissed..she must work out doing crunches because her firm flat tummy was pressing hard and hot on my not so flat tummy.  We parted to catch our breath. Face to face. hot breath being exchanged...We kissed again and parted for a few feet.  No words spoken between us..we knew...Finally, she broke the ice and said:  "I really like your word Deutritice"  It was the perfect thing for her to say as we both fell down laughing.  We gathered our senses and I walked her home.  I said to her:  Blythe, you are hereby invited to my house for breakfast in the morning"   She said  "Dr Bob I herebye accept.  Wanting to impress her, I tried to quote some poetry to her, I was in such a wonderland all I could say was: " A violet amongst the mossy stones, besides the Springs of Dove......"  That is all I could remember.  She said "that is a line from one of the Lucy Poems by Wordsworth"   I thanked her and we kissed good night.  On the way home I thought..."Mr. Key....Your blessings still fall on me....Love ya Man"   (to be continued).