This valley is hidden away, secluded from the concerns of present day life. I hike into it anytime I need to recharge my batteries, to escape the noise and the harried rush of the city, and this past week seemed to drag on forever, long and hard. I need the peace and tranquility of my valley; a serene weekend alone with absolutely nothing to worry about. Looking down from the crest of the trail, I can see the valley spread out before me, a deep emerald, cut in between two black mountains . Towering pine trees stand guard ringing the valley, majestic soldiers of the mountains, stoic and tall. In the distance I can make out the delicate aspens swaying to the music of the wind as they follow the bank of the seething river cutting it's way across the valley floor. Picking up my pack, I start down the trail.
It has been a long hot trek, but it felt good; I feel strong and quickly descend into lush green valley below. I want to set up camp as soon as possible, then hit my favorite swimming hole to remove the salty sweat and grim from my body. Life is good, it doesn't get much better than this.
Putting up the tent, collecting firewood, setting up the fire ring is done quickly; I know my way around this place like the back of my hand. With the chores behind me, I walk down the slope towards the river, my soap container in hand until I reach the swimming hole; a place where the river comes around a bend, slows to a crawl, and pools gently beneath a huge boulder bordering one side and a small sandy beach on the other. With the afternoon heat beating down on my body the water looks very inviting.
Pulling my hat off, my blond hair escapes confinement to cascade down my back, my boots and socks are tossed next. I pull my t-shirt over my head, unhook my bra, freeing my ample breasts, and man does that feel good to set them loose. I run my hands over my nipples feeling them harden beneath my fingers. I reach down to unbutton my jeans, sliding them over my hips to the sand, my white lace panties following. I stretch my arms up, arching my back in pure enjoyment. I can feel the sun heating my body, the hot grainy texture of the sand between my toes, a slight breeze kissing the tops of my nipples and I savor each feeling with relish.
I'm not one of those people who slowly wades into the water, trying to get used to the temperature, not me; I take off at a run and dive head first into the crystal clear blue water, scattering the trout before me like silver bullets. Oh my gosh, this is a close to heaven on earth, I am sure. I float on my back, letting my golden hair spread out around my face, my rose bud nipples protruding and hard. Looking up, I can see an eagle soaring into the heights until the blue sky swallows it up, leaving only a tiny spec to view. Then I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye, and echoing the course of my horrible week, I realize I am not alone in my valley.
