Gail is the best lover I have ever taken to bed, anticipating every sexual whim, fulfilling every lusty desire. That same sensitivity had made her aware of my restlessness recently, and she confronted me one night after unusually ardent lovemaking. We were nestled cozily together and I was curled against the curve of her back.

“You’ve been a little jumpy and subdued lately; what’s bothering you?” Returning to scenes of my Sante Fe childhood is a periodic necessity for me in order to survive in the Big Apple.

Gail listened patiently while I waxed rhapsodic about my favorite memories. “Backpacking to that rocky peak the Indians named Old Baldy is a heady, almost sexual experience you’d love: Holy Ghost Canyon, Spirit Lake, Valley of the Rocks, and finally the summit, Lake Catherine... Read More