As Sal and I were heading home after a hard (but short) day cannibalizing our old boat, Wasabi, we came across a gaggle of tourists at the end of the road. There were six. Five were women ‘of a certain age’ (meaning 55+). One was quite attractive. Sal was already schlepping stuff along the trail to the new (to us) boat ,Pumpkin, and I was coming down from the parking lot when they politely engaged me in some tourist-meets-local chit chat. I’m usually good for a minute of charm-offensive (emphasis on the word offensive) and, as three of them were smiling a lot and regarding me as some kind of out-there, kinda-odd, hill-billy ‘character’, I was easily seduced. We chatted and had fun.
I think it was a somewhat unique encounter for them (and me) and it was actually flirting quite soon after the initial introductions and one woman was so attentive and animated that I found myself saying, “You should come out and stay one weekend. Then you’d learn more about this lifestyle.” (Yes, that was the attractive one.) Of course, it was all said with a smidge of insincere, but polite, tone of double entendre and they all giggled at the hinted prospect.
Well, okay, it may have been gagging and choking but they maintained their smiles so I choose to interpret their guttural sounds as giggles.
I mentioned that Sal was at the boat . . .right?
Anyway, like all cougar encounters, this one was brief, exciting and I was left breath-taken at the beauty of nature in the wild. I wish I’d had a camera.
My friend, D did. There she was . . . another attractive cougar…..just passing through on his side of the island. Not even so much as a real encounter. No flirting. No giggles. But he saw and experienced the beauty of the moment as well.