When I awoke, it was late Sunday morning and John was
gone.
When I awoke, it was late Sunday morning and John was
gone. He'd stripped the bed and left a pile of musky smelling
sheets. I'm sure he had to hike a few extra miles to get me out
of his system!
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I don't know about for all of you down in the chilly Bay
Area, but up here the weather was really nice Saturday. So nice,
in fact, that it encouraged me to engage in another of my
exploits. Not that I planned it, of course.
I packed a lunch and headed for the river, the afternoon
being just too hot, even for mint juleps in the back yard. There
was some barbecued chicken and a couple of Calistogas in the
fridge, so I threw them into the cooler with some ice, pulled on
a swimsuit and covered it with some other clothes, grabbed a
towel and a book, and left.
I have this favorite unnamed spot by the river, sandy but
not too populated. You have to know the river roads to find it
and I guess that even though it's a pretty good beach not too
many people know about it. That's an advantage of being a local.
When I parked I knew by the absence of other cars that there were
very few other people there, and when I walked onto the beach I
found one couple near the trail back to the cars, another couple
far down the beach, and this one guy about halfway down. I'm not
terribly shy, and decided to have a bit of fun.
He saw me coming and I saw him looking me over. I'm not
Fawn Hall, but I get my share of admiring looks; this was
apparently one of them.
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