Nestled away in the rocky mountains surrounding Hwy 82 near Aspen, CO, there’s a hot springs along the Colorado River, which is well known in the area. A tramp outside the McDonald’s explained to me that savvy locals know the terrain above the hot springs well, referring to it as Pervert’s Peak.
Above the hot springs is a forested mountain that’s pitch black at night. People hang out both at and above the steamy waters late at night, looking for steamy ways to heat up their lives for a brief moment.
While tourists and younger locals service each other among the coves and crags providing cover from prying eyes, the old, wise local travelers watch from hidden lookout points above. Hearing this story instantly fascinated me.
Before my trip to Aspen, a younger me took a vacation with friends to Lake Havasu in Arizona. I rented a car and drove out at night, which I’ve found to work out better for driving in the middle of the desert, leaving Phoenix.
I had to exit the highway near the lake, but it was a dirt road, and only had one sign. This was Mario Kart’s Rainbow Road incarnate. I drove through rough terrain through ditches and at the edge of cliffs to arrive at a hidden housing area at the back of the lake with an air strip.
The spot is a favorite among recreational pilots, as they have vacation homes geared with all the outdoor essentials. My childhood friend Ryan married a coworker from California. Her dad and his friends are well known among the local adventurers.
These men heard I wanted to see some hot women, so they took us on lake tours on their toys, and as we’re speeding off in a boat, I hear,
“Hey, Brian. Catch!”
I looked up in time to have a top-of-the-line Canon SLR camera flying at my face.
“Hot women at 3 o’clock,” he said.
After fumbling a bit, I turned the camera on and familiarized myself with the zoom lens. Peering through and looking where he pointed, I saw an HD-enhanced image of the most beautifully tanned bikini ass I ever saw in my life. I instantly realized I wasn’t watching porn online.
I’m holding an old man’s toy in another man’s toy playing games with two generations of my childhood friend’s in-laws. Sensing my realization, the old man smiled and nodded at me.
“Wait’ll you see the grotto coming up.”
Just around the corner, we came across a grotto. The locals and well-travelled know this grotto is rather far from the night crowds, so groups of young people come out for romance on the water. What they don’t know is directly above them are old men with toys, watching, filming, and pleasuring themselves.
If you think it’s just the NSA watching you, you haven’t been watching everyone else. Everyone snoops…and it’s all fun and games until they’re snooping on you…
Brian Penny is a former Business Analyst at Bank of America turned whistleblower, freelance consultant, and troll. He’s a frequent contributor to The Street, Huffington Post, Cannabis Now, and Fast Company.