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There was definitely a creative challenge involved there, if one so wanted to spend the time searching out proper shaped and colored rocks around the grounds.
The locals came in now and then. They knew this spot and came to visit. But seeing myself here, they were quite respectful and after some conversation moved on. Sone took a quick jump off the rocks, and one guy told me that when he was a kid, he and his friends would come up here with inner tubes, and slide down some sort of snow escarpment onto the ice and snowed-over lake. Hard
for me to imagine but there it was.
Fourth of July weekend was come. On Friday someone took the campsite down
below, a good deal to the west, which was a bit of a valley thirty yards across, between rock ridges, and which led to the only bit of beach around. On Saturday two guys showed up and were intent on spending the day all over the top of me. The dom was heavy-set in his fifties and a fairly crude guy. They were from San Francisco and he worked at city hall in some capacity. He liked to disparage different ethnic types. I found him fairly repugnant. The sub was taller, weight proportionate, in his thirties and was educated and had good manners. He would seem to be a bit embarrassed now and then. I would find them crawling all over the place in the rocks above me, for a view of the lake apparently. You couldn't do anything without them as witnesses. They even slept up there someplace, no doubt wedged into some crevice or another. And then unbeknownst to me there was a campsite to the east of me, down below the eastern ridge spine, and down under a rock wall.
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