The Rocky Mountains were breathtaking. Mother Nature's scenic views saw mountain peaks rising to the sky covered in a forest of coniferous trees.
Roger was a ruggedly handsome guy, tall with brown hair, brown eyes, a beard, and a lumberjack look. Stacy was a vivacious petite blonde with green eyes, and an athletic, body. They spent most of their time together in the great outdoors.
Roger and Stacy were high school sweethearts. Their make-out sessions never advanced beyond kissing and light petting. Their upbringing didn't condone sex out of wedlock, so the lovebirds eloped when Stacy turned eighteen.
They visited the JP's office so they were officially married. She knew the perfect place to consummate their marriage, their favorite place to make out, Meadow Springs. They eloped on Friday so Saturday was the day.
Saturday, Roger and Stacy left early for the long hike up to Meadow Spring. Near the top of the mountain was a lush grassy meadow. Fresh spring water bubbled from a hole in the ground creating a pool of cold water that became Meadow Spring Brook.
Roger and Stacy sat on the edge of a big flat rock beside the pool and rested their weary feet, removing their boots and socks to wriggle their toes in the tall green grass. Roger brought energy bars and Stacy filled their canteens from the spring.
They ate in silence listening to the forest and contemplating each other. Stacy couldn't have found anyone more compatible with her than Roger. Roger couldn't believe that Stacy was finally his beautiful wife.
Stacy stood before Roger. She removed her hat and hiking gear and let down her long blonde hair. Roger's nostrils flared at Stacy's alluring scent.
Stacy wore her Nike sports bra and cut-offs. Roger had never seen anyone more beautiful.
Stacy leaned in and kissed Roger for a long, long moment and then she looked into his eyes. She didn't have to say a thing. He knew what she was thinking.
