The end of last week and the start of this week have been pretty amazing. Master and I have been spending so much of our “off time” together, just hanging out, doing what we enjoy, having a blast.

And every time I’m about to tell everyone something good, something bad happens and I lose interest.

I am in serious need of at least one submissive friend. No, not submissive. Slave. Someone as close to my position as possible, I think. I suppose that means I should stop pushing people away and actually talk to those who reach out. Stop expecting the worst of people and actually give someone a chance. As badly as that’s gone in the past, it scares me. And losing friends is emotionally and spiritually exhausting.

Anyway, Saturday, Master and I climbed a mountain. I’m going to tell you the good if it kills me. Before we climbed the mountain, we walked around Lake George. We got pizza for lunch, did a little shopping and then headed toward Pilot’s Knob Preserve. When we got to Pilot’s Knob, I got nervous. Eight tenths of a mile up a very narrow (at times only big enough to walk with one foot directly in front of the other), very rocky, very steep trail that probably – okay not probably, definitely – could have been marked better. With two bottles of water and cranberries. We seriously need some of those backpacks that you can fill with water.

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