wyoming trip story #3, take two (open communicator style)

after arriving in lovely, metropolitan spearfish, SD, my love and i cruised around looking for a hotel for the night, the better to escape her govt. provided asbestos, lead, and radon infested housing (with bubonicly inclined prarie dogs nearby). sadly, we found that all the hotels in town were booked TO THE MAXXXX!!!!111 because there was a rodeo in town or an xtian rock band or some western shit like that. lots of cig smoking teenagers hanging around looking "cool". no rooms.

so we headed around out toward the boonies, i.e. spearfish canyon, which is the other thing we had planned to visit during our visit to spearfish. on the edge of the park, we saw a quaint little hotel that didn't have a big, neon NO in front of its VACANCY sign. we pulled in and entered what was probably the entrance, following a dude i presumed was the owner but who turned out to be only a customer.

"got any rooms?" i asked the guy behind the counter.

"yep," he said.

"how much?" i axed.

"60 bucks, cash only," he said.

i checked my wallet, which housed the cash for both of us, and contained a whopping 70 dollars. just enough. the restaurant we planned to visit that evening was ritzy and should take credit. and if not, 203 could pull her badge and pretend to be a health inspector, scoring us a free meal.

"where you from?" asked the PBTC while I was shuffling through my massive wad of cash.

(this was before trip story #1 so 203 had not yet been properly educated as to when admitting one's san francisco heritage is appropriate.) i think she said "wyoming, az, and sf" and i said "ca". this guy didn't flash any guns at us or anything. i forked over the cash, which he pocketed while opening the register, and he handed over a key. no discussion of checkout times or even names. that was a first for me.

the room was small and quaint. no tv. no queen sized bed (though it was thankfully bigger than the tiny little git that 203's got in her apt). no fridge and no shampoo. crikey. we dropped off some stuff, spoiled the air, and then went out for a hike in the canyon.

turned out that the canyon wasn't all that impressive, and didn't have many trails. we found one that was short but steep as it could possibly be. a real calf-burner, it was fantastic. at the top we found a little stone altar (identified as such by 203) with burned candles on it. the solstice or something had just passed, remarked 203, based upon which i theorized that some marilyn manson fans had come up and done some straight-outta-a-sandra-bullock-movie pagan rituals. there weren't any traces of beer bottles, pot, or spooge. musta been a boring ritual.

that was pretty much the end of the trail. less than a mile but probably 600+ft elevation gain. fun stuff. we slid on down and went further up the road in the jeep looking for some more action. none to be found. on the way back out of the park, we found a little walkabout, in which we walkedabout, and i found a day old strawberry, using same to illustrate my superior tracking skills (all of which i owe to LOST. have i mentioned i'm a fan of LOST?).

okay. now all the boring prelude is out of the way. time for some fun.

we got back to the puny hotel room and [ graphic sexual content deleted ]. just as i was [ graphic sexual content deleted ] in [ graphic sexual content deleted ], some lady brought her whiny little brat up the stairs, distracting me almost to the point of [ graphic sexual content deleted ]. but, i managed to [ graphic sexual content deleted ], and finally the lady and her screamer went inside (in the room right next door!) and the kid shut up, and soon enough, [ graphic sexual content deleted ]. once we had [ graphic sexual content deleted ] (and, i should point out, since we were finally in a hotel, we no longer had to [ graphic sexual content deleted ], but could instead, more naturally, [ graphic sexual content deleted ]), we discussed our plans for the evening.

we were going to a shmancy eatin' place called ROMA's, which i had visually located on the way outta town. afterwards, we'd find our way back to our hotel and [ graphic sexual content deleted ], and, if there was still time, [ graphic sexual content deleted ], neither of which i'd really done before.

at the restaurant we had a very nice meal, with enough wine that i told 203 i'd drive back, but not enough wine that she'd let me. we listened to her pal frank play excellently on the piano, and ranger jan showed up to share some banter with us and frank. at one point, i said, in reference to 203, though i cannot remember the context, "then she'd have to cuff me," to which ranger jan replied, "ooh, i think he's a little kinky," at which point, 203 and i shared a barely-containing-our-laughter moment of "if only she knew what we'd talked about immediately before coming here."

presently, dinnertime came to an end, after some huckleberry ice cream, which tasted a lot to me like blueberry ice cream. bottoms up on the wine, couple more glasses of water, and we were off to safeway, because in our haste, not only had we forgotten to bring our coffee and associated parapharnelia, we'd also forgotten to bring any [ graphic sexual content deleted ]. at safeway, we picked up some [ graphic sexual content deleted ] and some gentleman jack and coke and cups. back at the hotel room we began to imbibe.

heh. imbibe.

my memory fails me now, and i cannot remember if we [ graphic sexual content deleted ] or just talked. in any case, we were on the bed, and most definitely did talk. i laid out in precise detail what we ought to do next, on account of once we began, there might not be a lot of talking. i'd previously mentioned interests and so forth, but on the topic of our discussion, this was the first time i'd discussed the ins and outs (ho ho ho!) and where the ins should go out, and more importantly, where the outs should go in. once the ins and outs were settled, we proceeded to the [ graphic sexual content deleted ] to [ graphic sexual content deleted ].

it was my first time ever [ graphic sexual content deleted ], and i was pretty damn sure it was 203's first time, too. (later, i would ask if she'd ever done anything remotely like that, and when she said she had not, i was elated that i could experience something with her that was a first for us both. huzzah!)

after she had [ graphic sexual content deleted ], we tried a couple variations, and at last, when things were clearly coming to a head, we [ graphic sexual content deleted ] and she [ graphic sexual content deleted ] until [ graphic sexual content deleted ].

it was fantastic, and, to my delight, she wasn't off-put by it. there's been a-plenty talk of repetition (i.e. putting the [ graphic sexual content deleted ] in [ graphic sexual content deleted ], utah).

(later the next morning she [ graphic sexual content deleted ] on my [ graphic sexual content deleted ], which we would repeat several times in several different locations over the rest of the trip. quick, easy, fun.)

by this time, though, we were tired, and there were complications, and we decided we'd just have to put the [ graphic sexual content deleted ] off until the next morning, at the earliest. so we nappy napped, and the next morning, we [ graphic sexual content deleted ], though i didn't manage to [ graphic sexual content deleted ] in [ graphic sexual content deleted ]. still, i got the gist of things. afterwards, for the next several days, she complained of [ graphic sexual content deleted ] and this (plus the other many restrictions) kinda puts me off [ graphic sexual content deleted ] for the future. though our activities of the previous night required as much setup and cleanup as our morning adventure, i think the [ graphic sexual content deleted ] had a bigger payoff than the [ graphic sexual content deleted ], and i'll probably only be asking for [ graphic sexual content deleted ] in slc, though both are surely illegal in most states.

all in all, i got to check two new things off my checklist, one of which i never expected to be able to mention was on my list, much less check it off, much less get multiple checks. sixty bucks well spent >:)