Mistress and Slave are in the "Final Throes" of our two week "recess", as Dick Cheney might put it. We've enjoyed the advent of spring here, particularly with our sullen College girl back to campus where she belongs.
It's finally warmed up and we've settled into a routine that includes a little work in the AM, sex, sun, skiing, more sun, more sex, and then some dinner, either here or in a local watering hole. And as you can see, Mistress has found a way to work on that lineless tan, (I had to sneak up on her while on a conference call to take this shot.
In the meantime, Mistress has been following the blog reported adventures of her Mountain Man, who is now treking those last 50 miles or so to Everest base camp. And he must me tracking her too... Yesterday she breathlessly reported that he had "liked" a photo she had posted of a Ski Patrol rescue dog.
"Hmmm.... just think Mistress. Somewhere on a dusty trail in Nepal, at maybe 19,000 feet, MM was sipping some fermented Yak milk, flipped open his lap-top, hooked up the satellite internet link and bothered to check out your FB feed! Pretty impressive!"
"Do you think so, Slave....."
Poor Mistress. She has a case.
Now you might think that we've broken all records for the good life while out here. But our neighbor has set a standard that will be very hard to match.
JM was a Jewish youngster in Vichy France during the Nazi occupation. He survived that to come here in the mid-1950's to build a ski lodge and start the local ski school. THose were the days when ski fashions were a little different, and the bindings were leather thongs.
Over the years he burned through about 5 wives and fathered more than a dozen kids. Supposedly there once was a local bumper sticker that said "Honk if you're JM's kid". He clearly was a rakish charmer back in the day, though he is only about 5'4". Here he is with his younger brother, probably back in the early 1960's:
Now JM must be approaching 80. But despite a horrific ski accident last season on opening day, Mistress and Slave spotted him out on the Mountain this week, teaching some gringos in that French accident the proper way to handle some big assed moguls with the proper style. Just like he does when racing down the mountain in classic out on the edges form. Somehow I suspect the old guy has not lost his way with the ladies anymore than he has lost his form on the slopes. Now that is something for an aging Slave to aspire to!
Love the bit about the Mount Everest climber looking at Molly's facebook - he does sound interested. I also like the bit about the old dude, still going strong. Maybe 80 isn't so old after all?
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Mick,
ReplyDeleteYou're quite the paparazzi! Were you in your birthday suit? speedo? cage? while snapping this particular photo.
No doubt MM is interested. He'd probably also enjoy the photo you posted here today much more than the one of the Ski Patrol rescue dog.
Suzanne
Very cool post Mick
ReplyDeleteLoved the pics espoecially Molly!!!
I'm pretty sure I worked with on of those kids as a ski instructor here in Colorado
Yep ski equipment has come a lond way since the days of long john binding rappers!!!
Now aren't you sorry we didn't reserve the yurt for you and Molly?
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