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An Adventure
2004-06-01 - 2:25 a.m.


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We'd been hiking for about an hour until we hit the coast.  I walked out onto one of the many scenic overlooks followed by Audrey.  I threw down the blanket and we sat down.

Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.  Lake Superior, stunning in her shades of cold blue, laid in her splendor before us, lapping at the bottoms of the multi-hued cliffs below.  The sun shone down in its great majesty, after this long month of rain, the weather was perfect, and we basked in its glory, the arrival to a place of relative remote peace.  Not a car could be heard anywhere, so far away were we, no voices on the rugged trail, the green tree canopy of the virigin forest stretched high above us as we sat on a pedestal of rock overlooking the massive, cold lake.

"Psst.  Aud.  Look."  I said, "I'm flashing you." 

I pulled up the leg of my shorts, and my cock fell to my thigh with a meaty thud.  She looked at it in surprise and licked her lips.

 "I see that."  she said, and giggled, licking her lips again.

"Look.  He's happy to see you!"

"Yes, he is."

pause.

"Give him a little kiss." 

"What, here?"

"There's no one around. C'mon."

She looked around nervously then ran her tongue over it.  And we sat for awhile.  The tourist boat came along.

"You could take a picture of the boat."  I said.

"I dont want to take a picture of the boat."

And so on with the day we went.  I had looked with anticipation for awhile coming here, on the Southern Shore of Lake Superior, a twenty-five mile stretch of land between Grand Marais, MI and Munising, MI, in the sparesly populated upper penninsula of the great M-I.

It had started out well.  We drove and made decent time for a Memorial Day weekend, and found ourselves in St. Ignace, mi.  St. Ignace is a tourist-y trap for those going to Mackinac Island, an extremely well-to do island, and the area Indian casino, Kewadin.  

We pulled into the Harbour Pointe Hotel, the place where I stayed last year, to see the sign that read "We're not expensive, we just look that way."  Right on.    The whole area is overbuilt in relation to the industry it serves.  Many hotels were below capacity.

And I walked into the joint, Aud right with me.

"I'd like your cheapest room please."

Some old guy with a trembly voice, maybe it was an owner or something, I dont know, hooked me up. Asking me how many beds I needed or whatever, how many nights.  I dont give a fuck, old man, just get me a room to get my hump on.

"That'll be sixty-two fifty a night."

I paid seventy five last year.

"Okay.  That sounds good."

He started up the paperwork.

"How much for a lake-view room?"  I asked.

He hemmed and hawed, shuffled through some papers.

"I can give you a lake view room with a kind-sized bed for eighty nine dollars a night."

"I'll go with the first one."

"Which one?"

"The cheaper one."

He shuffled some more papers and tapped on an adding maching for some reason.  Probably to make it look official.

"I can give you the lake view room for seventy nine dollars, but I cant go any lower than that."

"I was only gonna' pay seventy-five."  I said matter-of-factly.

"DONE."  he said.

So we got a room with a gorgeous view, and one seriously large bed.  Ive seen a lot of beds, but three people could sleep on that one and not touch.  But then, what fun is that?

We got our stuff, went to the room and fooled around.  Then went and got something to eat.  Late night dining is bleak in St. Ignace.  There's this one creepy place that no-one seemed to got to, where a guy sat in the front window staring at all the traffic going by...and Driftwood.

Personally, I think Driftwood is the local meat-market.  Audrey didnt necessarily agree at first, but then, she's not a veteran traveller.  She doesnt know people like I do.  We were marked as outsiders as soon as we hit the door and sat down.  Me in my polyester checked white, blue and black shirt, seventies-style leather jacket, black and white sketchers.  Audrey in one of my gray-fleece jackets that fit her like a house and lend her a shapeless sense.  The guys noticed her right away.  The girls noticed me.  We were NEW BLOOD.

And the guys were racuous, like guys do sometimes to attract certain women, although I think it disturbed Aud.  The girls looked at me like fresh meat.  Perhaps I should have come on this trip alone...I thought.  Then I looked and saw a few mullets. 

A dance floor throbbed in the other room.  People walked around and drank copiously.  And they all knew each other.  Even the weird guy wearing a black sleeveless shirt, v-necked, and short black running shorts, white sox, black shoes on a cold, cold spring night.  He was meaty and grey and sat where he liked.  Everyone called him 'coach'.

I wanted to see the dance floor, witness the far-north mating ritual, but Aud seemed a little shaken by all the noise and being out of her element.  So we left and went to the local Indian casino.

"Its and ADVENTURE, Aud.  You've got to look at it like that.  We're on an ADVENTURE."

What a shrine to greed.  None of the opulence you'd expect in a casino.  No, this was the low humping hum of greed.  Tons of slots.  None of the slot players looked up from their task.  Those that actually one didnt even seem happy about it.  More like a nuisance, or a chore.  And then they sat down and continued playing.  It was eerie.

Eventually I wound my way into the card playing part of the casino, which was attatched to some sort of bar where a band played bad live music.  Old white people clung to each other and danced awkwardly.  These were the winners.

I sat down at the roulette table, despite never having played roulette in my life, and encouraged audrey to drink.  She was still worried about our lack of toothpaste and even ended up searching the gift shop and the Indian hole of greed for the stuff.  (I went and got some early the next morning, before she even got up.)

I played for an hour, maybe two.  I dont really know.  There is no time in a casino.  No clocks.  No windows.  You can likely only tell time by the exhaustion written on the dealers faces.  They looked tired as hell, but it was only one thirty.  A casino would be an incredible place for a drug binge.  LSD, shrooms, mescaline.  Coke.  Not your downers, though.  Not pot.  You have to be able to pick up on patterns and count.  I would picture an LSD binge as either coming away with tons and tons of money, or going quickly broke and not exactly knowing how it happened, but finding it hilarious anyway.  Not XTC, though.  The desire to touch and rub would be looked badly upon by the palace guard.

There were some annoying people at roulette, and I ended up losing some money, but then sat down and made it all back in black jack in the space of three hands.  Looking into my stash, I counted my money and saw that I was ahead a dollar, and called it a night.  The cashier who cashed in my chips looked like an orc.  Bad teeth, some black, crooked, or missing.  And a definite porcine cast to his countenance.  It was a fuckin' orc.   And the security force barely looked eighteen, if that.  Fresh-faced children in pseudo-cop garb.  I thought idly about knocking the place over, but I'm not a criminal and I dont really want to hurt anybody, anyway.

By the time we got back to the hotel, I had realized I had actually burned the casino for two dollars.

"Whoo, baby!  Wanna have sex with a winner?"

And we fooled around.  It was less than inspiring because she made me wear a rubber.  And rubbers suck.  It reduces the act to a level of non-intimacy that is horrible.  I end up with this creepy feeling that Im now just like every other guy, reduced to jack-hammering a girl with no art or sensuality, a jerk climbing on top of her to huff and puff with no sharing at all until he rolls off and is done.  I also get this weird feeling that I could fuck whatever nastiness that would spread for me with a rubber, and this is not a feeling I enjoy.  And then the sex degenerates to things that are anciallary to me.  The status fuck.  The conquest.  Doing it just to do it and not to feel.

And I told Audrey that.  She doesnt like them, too.  Her patch kicks in soon, so its not an issue.  Or a major one anyway.

She was on her period, which, technically means we had sex on her period.  Which is always a new event between two people.  I've heard from girls that they view it as taking things, 'to another level', but whatever.  There was nothing different about it.  Not with her.  With other girls, well, lets say one time I got a little spooked and leave it at that. 

("AAAGGH!  TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE!  ON MY COCK!!  AAAAGH!!...frantically dashing to the sink, managing an awkward stance rubbing my dick to get the remnants off, burning myself as the tap heats up....horrible, horrible)

And the next morning , I got us some food and we headed out across the U.P., as its known in the parlance of the area.

There we were, hiking down the trail, until eventually I came to a place that I love.  There are a few places I love in the world so far.  One is a beach on the island of Santorini, another is at Keystone, CO, overlooking Lake Dillion and watching the sun set as storms push up over the Continental Divide at the Suicide Memorial Benches and Statue.  And one is this.

Its the leeward side of the cliffs, and the sun shone down lighting up the coast, and the parts of gigantic rock that had crashed to the lake centuries ago, the water fading from deepest blue to green then eventually yellow by the multi-hued cliffs, in honest and deep colors that make the mind trip and reel.  The waves slap the cliff in a susseration of sound.  And there I sat high above it all on a rock pedestal with Audrey, as we just finished our lunches, sitting on my blanekt, watching the waves meet the cliffs, and the cliffs meet the forest.  I could have sat all afternoon and simply watched the way the sun made a certain rock formation look different.  Maybe some day after I die.

I started making out with Audrey.  We kissed, and grew more passionately so.  I lifted her shirt and suckled on each breast.  I undid my pants and put her hand on my cock.  She complied by stroking it gently and subtley, still scared that we would be discovered.

"Give me head, baby?"  I asked.  It had long been a fantasy of mine to fool around here, on this very spot.

"Here?  Now?"  she asked.

"It wont take long."  I replied.

"If you say so."  she answered, bending to the task.

And it was much like the sex I've had outdoors before, quick, intense, passionate, dirty.  Primal.

My eyes opened and closed with waves of pleasure, each time opening to be bombarded by an awesome panorama of beauty.  Cliffs so gorgeous Longfellow immortalized them in the Songs of Hiawatha.  It was an incredible experience. Like being shocked and surprised each time you OPENED your eyes and CLOSED your eyes.  All stimulus.  Sheerly incredible.  And what a good girl to give this experience to me.

I came in her mouth and she swallowed.  I zipped up. 

"Oh neat.  My teeth are all squeaky."  she said.

"You mean, squeaky-clean?"

"No.  When I...do that...sometimes my teeth are all squeaky when I rub my tongue over them"

"...oh."

We lay back and bathed in the sun.  I tried to meditate, tried to ask my soul some of the secrets of life.  I think love was the answer that it gave me.  Which I already knew.  Damn soul.

With my eyes closed, and my meditation groove on, I felt and heard some people come close to the other side of the plateau and lay down.  They were silent, basking in the same sun as we.  I sat up and jostled Audrey, who was in some state of mind unawares, startled by the people that arrived.

We continued on our way, more cliffs, more vistas.  My feet hurt horribly as the toll of this ten mile hike started to show.  The docs rubbed part of my heel away, and gave me a blister on my toe.

We made it to the beach, where the runoff from the nearby watershead's decaying leaves made the normally totally clear water and clear dark brown, like certain beers would looke en' masse'.  I got in and waded.  Within seconds of immersion of the water, my feet went numb, such is Superior.  It never heats up.  Ever.  And the waves even seemed powerful, even though I was only up to my knees on a relatively calm day.  The majesty of that body of water is striking.  Strong enough to break a ship in two, according to Gordon Lightfoot.  I didnt see it, but I believe him.

I put on fresh socks and changed back into my pants in front of this group of two guys and a girl that had kayaked to the remote beach of Chapel Rock, which rock is a fascinating formation shaped by the wind and the sea, hollowed out with something resembling an altar inside of it.  I can only imagine what the Indians may have done with it.  Then again, maybe nothing.  I have heard various stories that they revered the place and left it alone, and others that said they traveled here much as we do know.  If I was an indian, and not even a medicine man, I would want to see the cliffs.  So I have to imagine if they had some lee time, they would go for a walk here.

We walked part of the sugar-white sand beach and back onto the mosquito infested 2.5 mile trail back to the car, under the canopy of trees, overlooking lakes and hearing waterfalls in the distance.  Audrey did well, didnt complain once.  Which is rare for her.  Audrey tends to whine a lot.

I got a Stewarts Root Beer in the rip off shop by the trail-head to celebrate, and we made our way back to St. Ignorance, so named that night because it was difficult to get something to eat that late, and when we did, it was with the sound of Kareoke badly sung in the background from the rest of the Far-North meatmarket.

Audrey was cranky and tired, and we had a petty fight.

"That waitress has pigtails-" I commented.

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK."  she said abruptly, cutting me off, like a verbal slap to the face.

So we sat quietly and ate for awhile.  Later on at the hotel, we had sex again.  She used spermicide this time, which made a difference.  No condom.  It felt more like sharing.  At times I think I made love to her, cheek to cheek, wrapped my arms around her, and at times I think I sheerly fucked the living hell out of her.  Either way, there was something more there than the huff and puff, the jackhammer hump, the sex of middle-america.

And I've been trying to help Audrey learn the top position, or, as I like to call it, 'Audrey On Top'.  Girl on top has become my favorite postion anymore.  It used to be doggystyle.  Now I think I'm just lazy.  I'm trying to help her learn without sounding like some cheap pimp, guiding her to the right motion.

Hey, practice makes perfect.  We finished, and collapsed together.

I drifted off into another night of sleep wracked by horrible nightmares.

And the next day I went home, to a graduation party for my cousin. 

It was an adventure.


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