The morning of my sixty-fifth birthday was glorious. The sun already high in the cloudless blue sky and the promise of another fabled hot summer day in the Yukon.
A plate of sausage, toast and eggs was washed down with a couple cups of excellent coffee, the remainder I poured into a thermos for later. As I ate my breakfast I decided it would be a good day to venture down the Yukon River to observe a pair of Peregrine Falcon chicks who had hatched a couple weeks earlier up on a cliff face.
I prepared a couple sandwiches for lunch and with a six pack of beers in the cooler I hooked the boat up to the pick-up and made my way to the boat launch at the Deep Creek campground on the shore of Lake LeBarge. It was a quiet morning there with a few of the tour operators getting their paddling clients on their way in canoes of various colours loaded with their cargo of packs and waterproof barrels.
The excited tourists displaying their eagerness to get underway for their multi-day adventure down the river to Carmacks and beyond to Dawson City. The campground was also occupied by the Fly and Drive tourists in their rented RVs. Many of them new arrivals off the Condor flight from Zurich last Sunday.
As I waited for my turn to unload my boat on the ramp, I poured a coffee and sat watching the various groups make ready to commence their adventures. It was then I noticed an elegant looking blonde woman with a thermal cup looking for a place to sit on the beach. I indicated she was welcome to sit on the log next to me to which she smiled and sat down.
"Hello, I am Petra" she said in a German accent while extending her hand. Shaking her hand I replied "Hello, I am Dave- Are you going on a canoe trip?"
"No, I am traveling in that motorhome over there with my husband." She said with no pleasure pointing at a rental RV. "That is if he sobers up enough to drive safely. I would love to canoe here it is so beautiful" Her smile adding to the glory of the day. "What are you doing?"
I shared my plan for the day of traveling downstream to observe the Peregrine chicks and perhaps do a bit of fishing. Petra expressed her delight and astonishment that wildlife would be that easy to observe.
"Would you like to come along? I'll only be gone for a couple hours and plan to be back before it gets too hot with that bright sun up there." Her expression said YES, but a frown appeared and she said she would have to speak with her husband first. I encouraged her by saying, "He is welcome to come along too, there is plenty of room for you both."
Standing up she said she would be back shortly and headed off to confer with hubby about my invitation for a boat ride down the lake. I watched her tight shorts and the lovely ass they covered walking up the trail. Thinking to myself, it was a good thing I invited her husband along too, otherwise I may be motivated to see that ass without the shorts.
It was my turn on the ramp, so I backed the boat and trailer down to the water and made preparations to push it off the trailer, when I heard the slamming of a door on a motorhome, Looking up I saw Petra walking back to the ramp with a bag over her shoulder and a large floppy hat on her head, her face red in anger.
"Max isn't even dressed yet!" she fumed as she approached. "He will be hung-over for most of the day and to deal with it he will be drinking again in a short while."
Looking back at the RV I saw a chubby middle-aged man standing in the doorway and I concluded I was taking his trophy wife away for some form of distraction so that he would not have to deal with her anger caused by his drinking, and he seemed okay with that.
Petra followed my direction to safely get into the boat and made herself comfortable while I took the truck and trailer to the parking area. Walking back to the boat I noticed Petra had removed her large shirt and was now showing off her augmented boobs held on display in a yellow bikini top.
Pushing off I scrambled over the windshield and took my place at the helm. Once we were operational I showed her on the map where we were and where we were going. The water was calm and flat as we eased around Richtofen Island into the main body of Lake LeBarge.
In all directions the Yukon wilderness proudly displayed its unspoiled beauty. From the shorelines, mountain slopes reached up into the blue sky with slopes of green grass and pine trees providing the clean aromatic scents that filled the unpolluted air.
I pushed the throttle forward giving us some speed as we had about 25 miles to go to our destination. As we headed north I pointed out some of the local features of the geography and explained the history of this waterway during the Klondike Gold Rush and the many tens of thousands of gold seekers who travelled here before us in search of their fortunes. Today the lake seemed nearly unoccupied as the many canoe travelers stayed close to the shore until their guides had a better understanding of their paddling abilities on the water.
Petra looked through the binoculars at the many features of the mountain sides and was smitten by the beauty of it all. I explained that moose and wild sheep were often seen in the mountain pastures or on the shoreline and I knew where they were frequently seen and would tell her when we were near them.
At speed the boat bounced a little bit and her lovely boobs would keep time with the oscillations. I was not paying close attention to the rest of the world and she caught me looking at them. She smiled and said, "Do you like them? Max bought them for me for my birthday. They do get in the way sometimes but they are like having superpowers, Here, I'll show you." Whereby she reached behind her back and undid the bikini strings and removed it altogether.
They were glorious and looked magnificent on her frame. Her smile turned into a laugh as she observed me ogling her boobs. Reaching into the dashboard of the boat I grabbed a tube of sun screen and told her she should cover them with a generous coating as the UV is probably quite high today.
