Mistress in the Mountains

The mountain environment draws many people. Why wouldn’t it? The landscapes, the animals, the varying terrain, and the ecosystems. The dynamic differences between peaks and valleys, ice, snow, and water. This fills our spirit while challenging our character all at the same time. The multiple personalities that change with the seasons, each evoking memories and new opportunities; these romantic encounters in the wild.

I came to know what would become my natural mistress as a child. I had many mistresses, actually…

I would visit my original love in Maryland. She would tempt me off my grandparents’ deck in the Cove. Her natural beauty made it easy to capture the attention of a young boy who was curious and seeking adventure!

Then, as I grew a little older, I found a similar companion in Texas, although her features were different, the excitement was still the same.

Then again, in Germany, I met a maiden so exciting that I would leave my wife and kids at times, just for a quick visit. No language barrier could hold us back from our personal explorations. Even though I was a visitor in her house, our shared connections and mutual interests made our time together feel fluent; our discoveries flowed naturally and required no interpretation.

Then I met a mistress in the Hindu Kush. Sweet and gentle at first, her features were breathtaking, and her culture tempted the slightest curiosities, but she grew violent and deceitful - I could not leave her fast enough. She broke my heart and damaged my soul. I still think of her often.

Then again, in the taiga and tundra of Alaska, I heard the sweet calling of a voice so familiar. I tried to resist her at first, because of our previous encounter, but that pleasant summons, a voice in the winds like sugar to my soul, was so sweet and delightful. How could I resist! The thought of new rendezvous and intimate escapes thrilled my aged soul to the point I could feel my youth returning.

The jealousy that ensued, my wife having to share me once again. Sneaking away for a quick one-nighter at altitude to rejuvenate my spirit and energize the lifeblood that courses through my veins. While my wife appeared intolerant of my escapades in the mountains, secretly she approved of them and supported my mischievous trips away, my visits with my mistress. Each time I left, I needed to be reset, and each time I returned, she was the beneficiary of the transformation. It’s a cycle that continues to this day…