When you think of sexy hips you may envision something like this:
Or maybe this:
This week In Colorado when it rained like Oregon, I spotted these wet, voluptuous beauties in the woods by our cabin:
I've never, in the thirty years I've lived in Colorado, seen such big, luscious Rose hips. Considering their high Vitamin C content and the fact that they started out this summer looking like this:
I've determined that they, too, are very sexy hips.
Sexy Prod:
I just learned I can make a marmalade with my Rose hips. Any other ideas?
I was in premiere skinny dipping territory recently.
And I'm not the only one who thinks so. The National Park Service felt compelled to post this sign:
After last month's trip to Esalen when I got to indulge fully in my passion for being naked outside in water, I felt a little tortured by the rules. But I was with my nieces and nephews and hundreds of other families so I KEPT MY BIKINI ON ......until the sun went down and the full moon rose and I woke at 3 am to her reflection rippling like yellow silk on the water. I saw my opportunity and seized it. I rolled out of bed and within minutes I was on the dock lowering my naked self into the thigh-deep water. As I waded deeper, the lake enveloped my pelvis while the moonlight caressed the pale skin of my torso and I had one of those full body sensory orgasms I like to write about in this blog.But the most sensuous part of my full moon skinny was this:
As my arms moved rhythmically in front of me in a breast stroke, I felt like I was moving through liquid glass and the sound ... my god the sound...it was so incongruously beautiful, like shards of glass breaking, as if the lake herself was laughing in a high clear voice.I joined her. 
Sexy Prod:
Tell me about your most memorable skinny dipping adventure.
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