Hot Springs Resort and a Rooster Named Wayco

     I picked up several boxes that were sent to me from some trail angels who wanted to support me on the trail. I grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and went to open them in my room. I felt beyond grateful to receive a plethora of freeze dried meals, snacks, clothing, ointments and essential oils from loved ones!

     I decided to take a little stroll through town. I ran into Cornelius and he showed me the Victorian styled house he was taking a zero in. Then, we went to Tobacco Road to find that the store had a pet rooster named Wayco who was nine years old! He had his own post cards and printed photos for sale. The shop owner let us hold him and follow him around the store for a bit.

     Cornelius invited Voodoo and I to the hot springs later in the evening—we were all for it! He booked us a session at the resort and a couple of other hikers joined us as well. We had a big tub to ourselves and got to get fully naked as we submerged and enjoyed the view of the river! It felt so healing to soak our sore muscles and spend some time with friends in an intimate setting.

     Afterwards, Voodoo and I went to Vinyl Pies Pizza. It was one of the top five pizzas I ever ate.  The dough was perfectly undercooked to my liking and the oil dripped down my forearm as I took a bite—absolute perfection. While there, we ran into a couple of trail angels, husband and wife, who told us they would be doing trail magic tomorrow morning right out of Hot Springs!

     I came back in my room to continue journaling. Voodoo laid down next to me while he “casually” practiced tying shibari knots. My eyes kept looking over at him, becoming sultry. Spit nearly dripping from my bottom lip, with a weakened voice I beseeched, “You can’t do that around me when you know I’m trying to work.” He let out a smirk and told me to mind my business, yet still I couldn’t focus when his veiny hands were making knots that I so desperately wanted to be in. I closed the journal and gave him my body.

     He practiced all sorts of new knots on me—I couldn’t help but feel giddy. I kept trying to sneakily open the curtains so people could sneak a glance, but every time I did, he would just start laughing as he attempted to cover up my body. It felt so healing to break out into consistent laughter during our sexual exploration. Shibari felt like a place where we got to use our imagination and make art in a space of full surrender and trust. (Full content on my site)