The fifth chapter of Campaign 6R.
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LIVE LARGE!!!
BoCur
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Chapter 5
I woke before 5 with Di curled in a ball facing a way from me. I got up and went to the bathroom for my morning constitutional.
Dressed I went to the kitchen and got the Keurig brewing.
The rain was gone and the sun, rising in the misty morning air, gave kaleidoscope effect. It was beautiful, magical, reminding of last night.
I sat on the patio, drinking my coffee, enjoying the play of sparkling light off the suspended water droplets.
I went back to the bedroom to wake Di, wanting to be on our way to the park by 8, the time when the workers were scheduled to show.
Di was still curled up on her side, cover clutched under her chin. I bent down and kissed her cheek, saying her name. She murmured and straightened out, rolling onto her back.
I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over, kissing her on her lips.
Her eyes opened and a radiant smile appeared.
"Hey Beautiful."
"Hay."
"How are you Sugar?"
She sat up, the covers falling exposing her magnificent breasts, stretching, arms wide, prominently displaying them.
Dropping her arms she said, "I am fine except I need to pee bad."
I stood, allowing her to swing her legs and stand. She hurriedly moved toward the bathroom. Sitting on the bed I listened to the loud tinkling coming from the bathroom.
Once the sound of the commode flushing started, Di returned, walking to stand between my legs. I put my arms around her waist as she bent over kissing me, initiating the tongue action.
As we separated I said, "Honey I want us to talk about last night but now we need to get a move on. I want to be gone on our picnic trip before 8, when the workers are scheduled to arrive. Go get a shower and dress. Wear your walking boots, khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I will take over the Chef duties this morning and get breakfast while you are busy."
I stood giving her a quick kiss, turning her toward the bathroom, patting her behind, saying, "Go."
She giggled and took off.
Normally our custom was to make our bed once we were up for the day, but with the cleaning crew coming today they would change the linens so I left it unmade.
I went to Di's room, mussing up the bed, making it appear she had slept there. I checked her bathroom and there was evidence of it use.
I did not want the maids to know that Di was sleeping with me. I did not consider our activity to be wrong but did not want gossip raising the interest and possible ire of others.
Mama had used the services of the same cleaning woman for many years. I was confident of her but she usually brought one or two others to help. It was better to be cautious.
I went to Mama's bathroom and got Di's sedative from the medicine cabinet. I was only going to give her a quarter of the tablet. I didn't want her senses dulled, just the edge taken off her phobia.
I went to the kitchen and started breakfast, Eggs Benedict,... poached eggs, Hollandaise sauce, English muffins, along with orange juice and more coffee for me.
I put together a picnic lunch for us, sliced ham and cheese sandwiches on whole wheat bread, a container of potato salad purchased at the market the day before, a bag of corn chips, chocolate chip cookies, bottles of water and soda.
I put it all inside a cooler with some ice packs.
The table was set and food ready when Di entered the kitchen.
"Sorry I had to wake you up early and then hurry you Baby."
"It's alright. Can't wait to see the park!" She answered excitedly.
"Lets eat breakfast and we will go. Have you had Eggs Benedict before?"
"Mama fixed them. They are good," She answered, taking a bite.
"We'll have to show you how to fix them. You're still the Chef."
She laughed, nodding and took another bite. I had Di take her quarter sedative.
Finishing we cleaned up the kitchen, loaded and started the dishwater. Grabbing our gear and the cooler we got into the truck, heading for Black Creek Trail and Lillian Falls.
Most people have not heard of Lillian Falls, of which I am glad as the trail usage was very low. It is a gorgeous remote 8 mile round trip trail through amazing old growth forest, deep in the Willamette National Forest, leading to amazing 150 foot high Lillian Falls.
It is an easy climb of 700 feet to Lillian Falls, which cascades down many moss covered rocks creating a beautiful green oasis. The trail continues climbing another 700 feet to Klovdahl Bay on the southwest side of Waldo Lake.
A natural alpine lake in the Cascade Mountain Range, Waldo Lake is considered one of the purest lakes in the world. Almost on the crest of the Cascades with only a few short in-flowing streams that bears little sediment and is a non-motorized lake, ensuring water quality.
The trail head was a little over an hour away from our home, about fifteen minutes outside of Eugene Oregon.
Eugene, at the southern end of the Willamette Valley, was the county seat of Lane County, and the state's third most populous city with 2022 estimate of 180,000. Noted for its natural environment and recreational opportunities it has a history of civil unrest, protests, and green activism.
Lying in the Marine West Coast climate zone, with Mediterranean characteristics, it has warm, dry summers and cool, wet winters. Spring and fall are also moist seasons.
Before leaving I reset the gate and house security code, to a work code, allowing the workers access. The worker's bosses had this work code. It was a simpler, different code than the normal one. I would change it back upon our return.
An avid naturalist, I was looking forward to the day trip. Di, picking up on my excitement, fueled hers.
The Cascade Range has great biodiversity. Forests of large, coniferous trees dominate with 11 species of fish, 75 species of animals, 200 species of birds and 1,630 vascular plant species. There were numerous species of fungi, lichen, ferns, moss, grass, insects and butterflies.
From an early age I had wanted to know what everything was and explored at every opportunity. When Di was old enough to keep up, she accompanied me as we combed the estate and occasionally beyond with binoculars and guide books.
Other than the pleasure of the magnificent, invigorating hike, the flora and fauna, and Di's loving companionship, I had another interest in today's venture.
Magic Mushrooms.
During trips in the past, I had identified mushrooms known by the common name of Wavy Caps. Their binomial nomenclature was Psilocybe cyanescens. It was a species of potent psychedelic mushroom with the main compounds responsible for its psychedelic effects, psilocybin and psilocin.
Mushrooms, fungi, were neither plant nor animal, somewhere in between. Of the thousands of species there were gastronomic delicacies although there was great danger in foraging. Many were deadly poisonous and identification often difficult. I had gathered edible varieties, Morels, Chanterelles, Oyster, but never Wavy Caps.
I planned on mixing some dried Wavy Caps in the Di18 chemical solution.
Di scooted across the bench seat, leaning against me. When we got through the gate and getting on SR 58, I put my arm round her and she rested her cheek against my chest.
I detected a small measure of apprehension from her when we first exited the garage. Soon after turning on the state route she relaxed, but was alert. The medication was doing the job I wanted.
We had about 45 minutes to the town of Oakridge. From there we would take a county road and then a dirt road and finally a rough track to the Lillian Falls trailhead.
As we traveled I asked, "Sugar what do you think about last night?"
"I loved it! Can we do it again!"
"Yes. To insure you are happy and enjoy, I want you know the what, how and why of it."
During most of the rest of the trip I tried to explain in terms that I thought Di would understand. She nodded and hummed contentedly as I talked so I hoped I was successful.
We pulled into small, packed dirt, trail head parking lot. There were no other vehicles. This was an undeveloped, unattended day use area with no buildings, bathroom facilities or electricity, only a small carved sign pointing toward a six foot wide dirt trail leading to opening in the forest.
We got out the truck and slipped on our backpacks, getting them comfortable. Di had a small, light canvas one for carrying our guide books, paper napkins, a small roll of toilet paper, some gallon sized freezer bags, plastic bags and small carton of sanitary hand wipes. Mine had an aluminum frame to which was attached our picnic cooler and a large blanket roll.
Additionally I had on a tactical vest with numerous pockets that contained everything from survival essentials, fire starters, compass, cell phone, etc., to knives and a pistol, a Glock 27 secured in a hidden holster with an additional loaded magazine.
We slung binoculars around our neck and headed out in the bright cool mountain morning air.
The trail was rough and poorly maintained. We encountered a couple of downed trees as we slowly climbed to the Falls, stopping often to look at the scenery, a bird, animal or plant with Di asking many questions. The terrain was mostly forested with an occasional meadow.
Arriving at Lillian Falls we took a potty break, Di pulling down her shorts and squatting in a bare spot. Then we sat on some of boulders surrounding the pool which the 150 foot waterfall plunged into with a roar, over many mossy ledges.
The sun, sending shafts of light through forest canopy, illuminated the suspended water droplets creating a rainbow over the falls. It was an idyllic vista.
After 15 minutes we continued our climb which ended at the pebbled beach of Waldo Lake. The crystal clear waters of the large alpine lake sparkled deep blue.
We spread the blanket on the beach and ate our lunch.
Afterward Di wanted to go swimming. I warned her that the water was cold but she was incessant so with no one within miles I allowed her.
I declined when she asked me to come in, saying it was too cold for me.
She removed her shoes and socks, slipping her t-shirt over her head and dropping her shorts. She was not wearing panties or a bra and was a vision equal to the beauty surrounding her.
