On Frog Mountain I discovered that all roads lead to Rena. No matter where she be, her Seekers will find her……..The Sleeping Maiden of Rose Mountain. Above, is our road to the beach, the other place I took Rena to swim. Would she let me in, there?

When Rena emerged from the tent to get her first Continental Breakfast, there was a halo around her head and a smile on her face. Alas we had consummated our Destiny together, but, our love making was subdued and gentle. She wanted me to move my hips as little as possible. She told me she did not want to cry out, have our love-making be overheard thru the thin walls of the tent. At the Frog Pond, I assured her we were all lone, as we were on Tam.

‘There’s not a soul within a mile of us!” I said, and, then it…