David gave a short hop to better seat his backpack on his hips before adjusting his waist belt and shoulder straps, the sun casting patterns of light and shadow as it filtered through the maples and fir. It was sunnier now that he had reached the floor of the valley and managed to cross the Muddy Fork without falling in, the trees thinning out a bit and more on the deciduous side instead of all the pines he had been walking through for a day and a half higher up.
He couldn't have asked for a better late summer week in the Pacific North West for his hike from Cascade Locks on 84 all the way to Timberline Lodge up on Mt Hood. Temperatures down in Portland had been getting close to the high 90's all week and had to be miserable, but with the higher elevations and deep forest canopy the temps had stayed a comfortable mid 70's for his entire hike. With a final glance back at the ridge line and the zigzagging trail he had just walked down and dropped eight hundred feet in elevation before crossing the Muddy Fork of the Sandy he began to follow the Pacific Crest Trail towards Timberline again.
Roman Falls Trail, the PCT is a bit south along the Sandy, David corrected himself as he mentally kept track of where he was.
David took a handkerchief he had looped over the chest belt of his backpack and whipped some of the sweat and dirt from his face. After two days hiking and almost forty miles he was a bit ripe even for himself and was looking forward to seeing Ramona Falls again as well as taking the opportunity for a quick dip in the cold water. It was only another two miles to reach the falls and soon David could hear the rush of the water as it cascaded down the face of the basalt blocks and then frowned slightly when he heard someone laughing in delight.
"Damn," David said quietly but still managed to quickly overcome his disappointment when he finally saw the rustic bridge that had been constructed using the trunk of a fallen tree.
Even though he had seen the falls several times before, when he finally caught a glimpse of the water through the trees the view still took his breath away. The water cascaded over a basalt face of octagonal blocks hundred feet tall, but instead of a single channel the water divided over each block again and again until there were hundreds of smaller waterfalls filling the air with cool mist and the susurration of falling water. David stared at the waterfall for almost a minute watching the play light through the leaves cast rainbows in the mist before finally glancing around for the person he had heard earlier.
After searching for a moment David stepped out onto the wooden planks of the bridge and ran his hand over the mist damp handrail while still looking in vain for someone else enjoying the falls. With a final glance around David was convinced he had the falls all to himself which is what he had wanted in the first place and with a grin hurried towards the base and the narrow stream that led away from the falls. David quickly slipped out of his pack and with a final quick glance around took his Teva's off followed just as quickly by his shorts, boxers and t-shirt.
With a whoop of delight he jumped into the shallow stream, the cold taking his breath away for a moment before he whooped again and began to splash the cold water over his sweaty skin. David leaned back and dunked his head beneath the water while scrubbing his fingers through his shoulder length blond hair before surging back up to scrub his face with the two days' worth of stubble covering his chin.
"You have sunlight in your hair," a soprano voice said suddenly from behind him.
David froze for a moment and then spun around to see who had managed to sneak up on him and then stared speechless with his mouth hanging slightly open. A woman with hair down to her waist that shone like copper, cream colored skin and clear blue eyes sat on one of the small boulders that were scattered about in the streambed, a tall, lithe woman who was just as naked as he was with firm, large breasts, dark pink areolas, nipples already hard, erect nubs, and the most amazing tattoo David had ever seen on her sternum.
The tattoo looked similar to Celtic designs but not quite like any he had ever seen and started at the top of her sternum to plunge down between her cleavage and spread out to cover her stomach with a single line trailing down to the coppery thatch of hair that hid her sex. The color was what truly captivated David's attention since it was a beautiful iridescent color that shimmered between a bright red, deep purple, metallic green and yellow gold depending on how the light caught the design as she turned to face him fully. The woman smiled as she watched David, her legs parting slightly for him to see her mound as she reached one foot out to dip her toes into the water of the stream.
"My name is Amadahy," the woman finally said while David continued to stare at her in disbelief.
"Oh, huh, I'm David," David was finally able to say, "I'm sorry, I thought I was the only one here."
"What are you sorry for, David?" Amadahy asked and then slipped off the boulder to stand waist deep in the water.
"I, huh...." David stammered feeling like a complete ass for not being able to speak coherently to this beautiful and mysterious woman.
"That's a silly thing to be nervous about," Amadahy said with a smile and then began to wade over towards David, "You've walked all the way from Nch'i-Wana to me."
"I'm sorry, Nch what?" David asked as the woman reached her hand out to run her fingers through his damp hair, his eyes following her delicate hand with her long, slender fingers that he could only imagine playing the piano.
Or wrapped around his dick.
"The mighty River to the north," Amadahy said quietly as she stared at David's corn silk blond hair with her fingers entwined in his shoulder length locks, "You've traveled so far."
"The Columbia," David nodded in agreement, "I'm doing a through hike from 84 to 26."
Amadahy looked into David's eyes, her clear blue eyes with flecks of green holding David's brown eyes while she toyed with his hair until he finally looked down at Amadahy's tattoo and breasts.
"Your tattoo is beautiful," David said as he hesitantly reached out to touch Amadahy's sternum between her breasts, the iridescent colors of the tattoo shimmering and changing even from only a foot away, "I've never seen ink like that before."
"Only my skin is beautiful to you?" Amadahy asked as she twisted her torso to brush her nipple over the palm of David's hand.
David let his hand linger as Amadahy's hard nipple slipped across his palm before he looked up into her clear blue eyes again, "God, no, you're beautiful, but where did you come from?"
"No one walks the land anymore," Amadahy said quietly as her eyes glanced up to David's hair, "And now here you are with the sun in your hair.
"Did my tears sway Nch'i-Wana to send you to me?"
"Your tears?" David asked as he shook his head in confusion, "What? Why where you crying?"
Amadahy's fingers slipped out of David's hair and she took his hands in her own before placing them over her breasts. David glanced down and then squeezed gently when Amadahy gave a sigh of pleasure, her tattoo flashing a brilliant bright red and green as a stray beam of sunlight shone on her skin.
