I remember there was still a definite chill in the air that March morning. I believe this was the third time Bernie and I had come to the falls, and while he had no trouble stripping down completely, I was still far too reserved to go flashing my bits to the world (even though everyone else in the canyon was buck naked).
Of course all that changed over the summer, and despite the treacherous trails to get deep into the canyon, it was worth it.
So cute, so shy!
Aww, what a cutie.
We New England boys had Moonstone Beach in Rhode Island, The Ledges at Lake Harriman in Vermont and the Rock River in Vermont (where I met my hubby 33 years ago), and of course Boys Beach in Provincetown. Things have changed in the years since the heyday, and not necessarily for the better. Here in New Mexico…well…we have memories.