My friends Jan and Walt have a small compound (house, enclosed yard, bunkhouse) in Richland which they open up for fisting parties (dubbed “Camp Columbia”) a couple weekends each summer, inviting guys in from Seattle, Moses Lake, Spokane, Moscow, and other places around the Pacific Northwest (especially the Eastern Washington side).
This was my second trip over there, both times on the scooter. As usual on these ride, I wore my title vest much like bike club colors. It is about a 3.5 hour ride (about 200 miles), 4 hours with a food break in Ellensburg. I cut out of work as early as I could, fed the cat and grabbed my bag, and was off. Most of the trip was in daylight, dusk coming on just around Vantage (30 minutes past Ellensburg). South of Vantage, at Mattawa on the Columbia River and just at twilight, about 14 million bugs decided to suicide on the front of the bike, and all over my helmet and my front (shirt, gloves, and title vest). I had to stop at the next rest area to wash off the helmet face shield enough to see well. If Ruin had an “ick” reaction to a bit of Crisco on my vest a few months ago, I can only imagine her reaction to a splatter of bug bits!
Since the last time I was at their place, Jan and Walt acquired the house next door, doubling the size of the compound and giving more sleeping space for guests (and a small shed for an extra, private sling space). They are talking about how they could turn it into an actual clothing-optional resort, a là Palm Springs. I think that would be very cool. (Or hot, since it is summer!)
Cliff and Ken and Paul had also ridden over from Western Washington, which was a surprise since Cliff had said he wasn’t coming a couple days before; I think the temptation of a good motorcycle ride helped. I played a couple times on Friday night before bed. The next day, several of the guys from Eastern Washington headed home. Since July 4th was mid-week this year, Camp Columbia actually spanned both weekends, and they had been there since at least the holiday. This (and the split week in general) reduced the number of people, but I still got to play a few times, including with hottie Nick in the afternoon.
I had a difficult time bottoming this weekend, needing far more effort to take hands than usual. It’s not the temperature (since I dealt with that in Palm Springs in June), so it was either just the long ride making my ass weary, or so much play in San Francisco the weekend before setting things off. I had some difficulty earlier in the week, too, so I actually lean toward the latter, and I’ve had the problem once before, where for whatever reason, it’s like a switch was toggled in my ass, resetting my ability to relax properly back to where I was 3 or 4 years ago. As with that time, my brain knew what to do but my body was rejecting it. And as with the previous instance, I simply kept at it and things smoothed back to my regular state by the next weekend. (I should remember to ask other fisting friends if they have encountered this effect.)
Sunday morning, with temperatures that day expected to crest 100, Cliff and Paul headed out about 9:30 on the route to Vantage I had come down on, and I took the alternate Yakima route around 10:00, and we met up for lunch in Ellensburg. They then headed to Leavenworth and Stevens Pass (better end point for where they each live, north of Seattle), while I took Snoqualmie Pass. I had a fine ride back, but they got caught in traffic down the pass (probably worse because of the semi-holiday weekend) and it took an extra 90 minutes or so.
Updated on August 1, 2012:
Touch-up edits and added links and map.
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