Veech Vay To Da Vaterfal?

This is a true story told to me many years ago by Barbara Quimby. She lived up at the Rock House just before the Helschein's place with her Mexican boyfriend Felipé. He was the Jack Sprat to Barbara's apple shape on skinny legs and they made an amusing unusual couple. She was (and still is) an artist from New Mexico and was always coming up with something new. I believe she was sculpting with wet chamois cloth and letting it dry into human shapes which she glued onto boards.

Anyway,to make a long story short, one day Barbara was lying out on the front portico suntanning in the nude. She had her knees up and legs spread apart. She didn't worry about nudity too much as that house is not close to town and the porch faces away from the trail on the ocean side of the house. No one just dropped by.

There she was on her back with everything exposed, her round belly poking up and her feminine wiles revealed to the sky, when she heard a man's voice she did not recognize. 

“Veech vay to da Vaterfal?“ he shouted as he stumbled upon the bare Ms Quimby! She gazed between her bent knees and to her utter astonishment stood a tourist with lederhosen, a hat with feather, and a walking stick. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, LEDERHOSEN! 

Needless to say, they were both surprised by each other and the screaming Barbara chased 

the lost traveller away! That must have been a sight for a wayward tourist. I'm certain he has not forgotten her image to this very day.

If you remember Barbara, you might recall her wonderful giggles which she let loose often. She had a humorous view of the world and could easily laugh at herself, too. I can still picture her in that compromising position with the stout lederhosen fellow framed between her spread thighs! Glory Be!