The visit to the farm with Meredith, Martell, and Jasmine had makings for a fun day. Ryan had made an excuse, and Meredith backhandedly said that he just chickened out. The Trudeaus, Martell, and Jasmine insisted on making a day of it, starting with a farm breakfast.
Darrell and Crystal rode out with Meredith in her BMW, and as soon as they arrived, the college kids shed their clothes before even being greeted by Martell and Jasmine. Meredith hesitated but soon joined in, not wanting to be the only clothed person. Her stripping down outdoors in a strange place was uncomfortable but in an exciting way.
Martell welcomed them and invited them inside their beautiful log home. Darrell had expected something like a log house, being a farm and all, but theirs was a large home--not quite a mansion, but very large.
"Welcome," said Martell. "Please, while Jasmine finishes preparing breakfast, let me show you around."
Martell took them around their farm, the vegetable plots, chicken coop, pigpen, stable and corral for their four horses, and a barn with a couple of dairy cows. Darrell asked how many people helped him on the farm, and Martell said they had one man who came four days a week to help with some of the heavier chores. Other than that, he and Jasmine managed everything.
He brought them up onto the massive deck on the backside of the house and then inside. Darrell was inspired and glad he had met the older couple. Their place was like a modern cattle baron's palace in its wood construction and grandeur. Neither he nor Crystal had ever seen anything quite like it.
The front of the house was nice, but the backside and what they walked into were unexpected. They entered a great room, two-plus stories tall, with a massive bank of floor-to-ceiling windows facing the mountains to the north. Off to the side was a large, shiny kitchen and a dining area with a large wood dining table. The place had a modern but Western feel to it. Jasmine was setting out a breakfast of buckwheat pancakes, fresh fruit, thick-cut bacon, an egg and vegetable dish, freshly brewed coffee, and Mimosas. It was a much heavier breakfast than Darrell usually ate, but the feast smelled incredibly good. He was not going to be able to resist eating heartily. They piled into their seats around the table.
Martell seemed especially jolly. He toasted with a Mimosa and said, "I'm so glad you have come. We have prepared this meal for our naturist friends. There are too few of us around. The bacon and eggs are from our animals and vegetables from our gardens; I'm afraid the rest is store-bought but is of the best quality, I assure you. Eat well; we will hike it off when I show you the rest of the property."
"Martell," Darrell inquired. "Please forgive me; I hope I'm not being rude, but I have a question,"
"Fire away, my dear boy. I doubt anything you would ask would be rude. After the other night, I consider you guys intimate friends."
"You guys are apparently quite wealthy, and yet I have the impression you work very hard to run this place. How come? It seems you could hire more people to help."
"We could, but it's not who we are. We didn't want the money or this big house, but we inherited the money and wanted to buy some land. We fell in love with this property and figured we could stand the house; after all, we could afford it. We weren't going to do anything else with the money, so here we are. But being naturists, working the land, and being as self-sufficient as possible is what we love. And having all this land as a buffer from the non-naturist world is a big benefit."
"You should meet my parents sometime. You are a lot alike," said Crystal.
"We'd like that. I hope you have the occasion to introduce us."
"They may come up this fall."
"They could stay here if they wanted."
