Not far from our house was a nice bike/walking path. It was paved and many people used it everyday. The path ran alongside the Arkansas River, and followed it for miles. But you only saw glimpses of the river, since the area between the path and river was heavily wooded.
Not many people knew about it, but if you got off the main path, and if you knew where to look, you could find trails that would take you down to the river. You had to work your way through the woods and down a steep and rocky embankment, but if you did, you found yourself in a very pretty and very private area.
Most of the time, except during the rainy season, once you reached the river there was a large sandbar that ran for a long way beside the river. You could actually follow it around to where you could see a large island that was out in the middle of the river. It was established enough that it had a dense growth of trees on it, and you had to be pretty determined to reach it. Once there, you were in about as remote and private of an area as you could hope for in a large city with 4 lane highways on either side of you. But from inside that area, you could not see the highway and they could not see you. You could not even tell you were near a city.
We were newlyweds, married only a couple weeks, and though we were not young kids, we had plenty of passion left. Both of us had been in long term marriages, where our mates just abandoned us and despite our efforts to reconnect with our mates, we both ended up divorced. So we had lived our lives alone, trying our best to be the people God wanted us to be. It was by a miracle of his design that we met, as we lived half way across the state from each other. It was another miracle that we fell in love and married. So, all that time alone had left us with a lot of passion to give to each other.