Down By the River

Mistress and Slave got their achy bodies moving again yesterday afternoon with a walk down into the nearby Rio Grande gorge for some "beach time".  There are some natural hot springs at the base of a 1/2 mile trail that winds into the deep, rocky gorge that was the location of a stage coach crossing back in the 1800's. The remnants of an old "spa" form the base for some warm rustic pools on the banks of the River frequented by locals, who always seem to have a couple of dogs with them.  (the pic shows the springs from the trail above.
Mistress and Slave stripped down to their bathing costumes and waded into the cold, soothing river after the hot trek down the old stage coach "road". But when we relaxed on the "beach" with our lunch and our books, the "crowds" (and their dogs) started to arrive. As Mistress tried to relax she was treated on more than one occasion to a large mutt standing just next to her lush body and shaking off the water acquired during a wade through the river.

"Ewwww", was the only appropriate response. For whatever reasons, the dogs were much more interested in shedding their watery weight on Mistress rather than her devoted Slave.  Bummer.

But Slave had his own set of distractions. Two young hippie chicks had arrived (with their two dogs) who quickly relieved themselves of their clothes for all the world (0r at least those of us sharing this tiny beach) to see. This was in the tradition of that scene from Easy Rider, filmed at these springs back in the early 70's, when Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda "swam" in the nude with two hippie chicks from a local commune.

Slave tried not to ogle as one lady shed her trail clothes and switched into a skimpy bikini.   The other girl just stripped down to some black undies. Other than her very white boobs, the rest of her body seemed to be completely covered by tatoos.  Slave must have "accidentally" captured her image digitally while taking a photo of the river, as she lounged on the luke warm pool with her companion, while her dogs annoyed Mistress

But of course it's not just the ladies who can strut their stuff on (or in) local waterways. Our trip to the river reminded me of one of Mistress AM recent supplicants, someone from not too far away from here, who's "private showcase" demonstrated  a unique approach to fly fishing:

Apparently this guy has a unique "lure" that he thinks will enhance his chance of landing some tasty cut throat trout. The trouble was that the photo is dated as taken in 2002.  He's actually trying to "land" chicks on AM with a 12 year old shot of his ass.

As you might expect, Mistress was not interested in taking the moldy bait.

Slave to the Rescue

I suppose I could have called this post "Sexless Sunday", but then who would have clicked on it?  And yes, drum roll please, Mistress and Slave had no sex on a Sunday for a very long time (maybe a year ago when Mistress traveled to India?) But our excuse was a long hike to the summit of Wheeler Peak, the highest mountain in New Mexico. We had to get a very early start to dodge afternoon thunder storms, which pre-empted our traditional wake-up sex rituals.

The long steep climb was worth it for the amazing views from above tree-line.

It took us about 3 hours to summit.  At the top we chatted with a couple from Santa Fe, who joined us for a bit of the long hike down.  Here is a shot of the trail down, with Mistress in the middle:
 

 But about 2/3 of the way to the bottom, Mistress came up lame. Her old hiking boots had become painful, and her steps became agonizingly slow and ouchy.  That was when Slave did what a Slave should do.

"Mistress, why don't you rest a while..... I'll go get that extra pair of shoes in the car. We'll meet somewhere between here and the bottom."

So Slave went into overdrive. Got to the bottom. Retrieved some more comfortable shoes than her hiking boots, and met her about 1.5 miles from the cute German restaurant at the bottom of the 5 mile trail.

Mistress was tiptoeing down the trail when I found her, and was very happy when she slid out of her apparently dead hiking boots and into her more comfortable exercise shoes. She was even tempted to leave them by trail side, and has sworn an oath never to put them on her feet again. I think I know what she's getting for a birthday present.

"Slave.... I owe you one."

I'm sure I will figure a way to collect.

But it wasn't when we got home. All that climbing on a steep and rocky trail, and the long descent fighting gravity took it's tole. I couldn't even get Mistress to accept some much deserved worship.

"My body is sore Slave.... "

But I have a feeling there will be a full recovery by this morning.

Mistress Enjoys Some Holiday Attention

Mistress got her share of attention from a whole collection of men, and women yesterday.

It started near the end of our bike ride. We stopped by to chat up the local Potter - purveyor to the stars and the "little folk" like us - who was prepping his little store for the big 4th of July Parade crowd. Up rode a tall, fit, gray haired guy on his motorcycle- a friend of our potter - who introduced us. He quickly took a shine to Mistress, and made sure to give her a hug and kiss about 2 hrs later when we encountered him at the parade. It turned out he's a prominent  local businessman, and seemed very pleased that Mistress gave him his card.

"I think he was flirting with me, Slave."

"Of course he was, Mistress. "

The parade was an eclectic mix of the traditional patriotic kitch western style - horses and wagons and old gentlemen playing guitars and singing old Spanish folk songs - along with the eccentric leftie element that co-habits these parts. I particularly enjoyed the "Marriage Equality Wedding Cake" with the matched penguins at the top.

When the parade wound down we followed the crowds to a local restaurant with a big pig roast outside in a sunny plum orchard. There was music and beverages and old friends to share the day with. Later in the afternoon, we walked home and took a nap before joining our next door neighbors for their traditional 4th of July binge. They run a family restaurant a few hours south of here, and whipped up some tangy enchiladas and burritos to go with the Margaritas they were serving.

The lively group was a sprawling family descendent from the original Conquistadors and their hangers on.  We settled onto their rear patio, a lovely garden setting that shares the same mountain views we enjoy, and where we could watch the early evening storm clouds gather over the peeks.

Lots of good natured, tequila fueled ribbing was the nature of the day, involving such things as the proper pronunciation of. "Magdelena".  (Mine wasn't so bad, for a gringo).

All the men - and the ladies too - were fawning over Mistress, from her hair to her eyes to her shoes. (They were too polite to comment on her lush body.) And it would be fair to say she enjoyed the attention.  I was reminded on several occasions how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife.

As if I didn't know.

Independence Day

We will be celebrating our national cumming out party here with friends at our funky little neighborhood parade, followed by  a pig roast  in the garden of a restaurant down the street. There will be music, a chili pepper eating contest, goofy floats, horses, and probably a little too much to drink and eat.

So it's probably good we had a more laid back yesterday. Of course, we fit in our "two-a-day" sex regime, and a bracing bike ride. There's Mistress on her flashy bike jersey on a little rest break after a long up-hill climb.

And of course with the sun out it was  hard for Mistress to resist a little more sunning, taunting her "field slave" with her lush naked body as I continued to perform the typical maintenance tasks required at any 2nd home.  By now her campaign to eliminate those Midwest swim club tan lines is almost complete, don't you think:

By the end of the day we were too lazy to go into town for the music we had planned to take in. Our patio and the upcoming sunset were too tempting. So Slave whipped up some dinner and we spent the evening outside watching the evolving drama in the skies until the chilly air got to Mistress, who was dressed in a nightie that was barely there. Maybe she was trying to distract the prairie dogs?