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The meadow does show on the topo map. The small lake in the center of the meadow touches the 8000 foot line on the map. The map does not show any trail or road anywhere near it. It’s a lonely place. The creek that fills the lake comes down from the north, from snow melt on the peaks lined up across the sight line. Is there still some gold in that creek bed? Probably, but it’s a bitch to find it.

The creek that drains the lake cascades down a deep canyon until it meets a larger creek, and loses its name. That larger creek flows into the Kern river near the state highway.

The property with the creek, lake, meadow is a rough rectangle of +/- 100 acres. Two crumbling buildings, an old cabin and a shed deteriorate slowly up near where the creek enters the lake. This homestead, or mining camp, once drew drinking water from that creek, so there is no well. The best trout fishing is of course at the mouth of the creek. The trout probably spawn in the creek because no one has stocked it in any of the records and they still do fine.

Somewhere there is a patented mining claim filed under the name of Bill’s great grandfather. Would take an effort to find this document, but the county lists a land owner. Bill.

Nobody knows anymore, but this could be where the family money came from, 150 years ago.

Bill built the new cabin ten years ago, before the road washed out. No building permit is on file. He used new lumber for the framing, but the outside is clad with weathered gray rough hewn lumber scrounged from a fallen barn 100 miles away. It looks like it is 100 years old, and it is tucked under a grove of large trees so he couldn’t see it when he checked Google Earth. It is rain proof but not insulated. No one has ever gone there in winter. Snow.The small wood stove, a 5 gallon jerry can for water, galvanized wash tub, a functional outhouse well away from the lake. The storage area will keep out the mice so he can store food there. He puts everything in thick plastic or steel containers anyway. Small table, two chairs, a dresser. The bed is stable, but bring your own sleeping bag. No electric line of course. A small portable solar panel will run a light, or charge a phone, if ya feel the need. Oddly enough, ya can get a weak cell signal.

To get to the property, ya drive an hour from the gross reality of the city, on the interstate highway. Then a bit over a half hour on the state highway, some on an oiled gravel county road, and then the forest service road. The chain “gate” has a massive padlock to which there is only one key. If there was a fire, the trucks could just drive through, but city folk are not going to risk this with a 100k Range Rover. Nobody wants to go past there anyway. The faint jeep track winds uphill from there, growing fainter and rougher with each mile. The last bit is low range four wheel drive with a lifted old Jeep since the snow melt flood a few year ago. Bill bought the Jeep in Oregon, cash, from an old former 60’s hippie. It still wears Oregon plates, and it lives under a camo tarp well up the mountain. He always brings with a charged up battery to bring it back to life.

The closest neighbor, a cranky old coot, is some five miles away as crows fly, and considerably farther by any road. It is a place to be alone……A beautiful place to be alone. Not a bad place to be if you need to die.

____________________________ The orange one is Linda’s favorite. Not the longest made, but thick enough and bent just enough to reach what she needs. And set on level 4, the vibration is exactly right. But the real trick is waiting until just the right time before bringing it into play. She likes lifelike, clearly not necessarily in color, but to her touch. It is not perfectly smooth, but with just a bit of texture on the surface. It is soft enough to pass for real, if your eyes are closed. Can’t see the color with her eyes closed anyway. Bill never asks, but he figures that when her eyes are closed, she probably is lost in some fantasy that helps her get off.

For such a beautiful woman, Linda is pretty low maintenance. A good sex partner is one who tries to provide anything their partner requests in bed, to extract the most pleasure. Linda doesn’t ask for much in that department. When he approaches her at home with a request for sex, she

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