DF Does One Solo: A Trip Report


I’m the ghost writer for DF on this one. The voice is meant to be hers.


Last Friday, I left work at noon and took off from Tucson to spend the weekend with my friend Amy at the Essence of Tranquility Hot Springs, near Safford Arizona.

On the way out of town, on the freeway, I decided to slip off my pants. I haven’t traveled with clothing for a while and never on the way to Safford. Yet, I’d never done this alone. I managed to slip them off and get comfortable, although I still left my T-shirt on. I drove the 100 miles, more or less, of interstate highway like this without stopping.

When I turned off of the interstate I-10 onto the highway 191, and away from the truckers, I pulled my top over my head, and now felt convenient and comfortable completely nude. It is another 30 minutes, or more, to the Hot Springs.

When I arrived at the hot springs, I pulled up and put my clothes on in the parking lot. I checked in, met my friend and got settled into one of the cute little bungalows.

Right away, we made our way to the luscious hot tubs.

We had a retreat together. We had to keep at least casual dress, the next couple of days, except in our room and the hot pools in the private rooms.

Community Accommodations

It was getting hot with the door closed, so we began to leave the privacy doors open. No one seemed bothered. The water just didn’t seem as hot this time, but it wasn’t a worry at all. It allowed us to stay in longer and soak. We sat on foam noodles and lounged away.

Saturday, another friend from Tucson stopped in for a few hours. We had a lovely girl’s lunch. There was a surprise guest that fell from the ceiling. It loved Amie and affectionately followed her after she gave up her chair to it.

Praying Mantis

There were varying numbers of other guests throughout the day. They left us alone and were little bother. We got the habit of wearing robes when not in the room, or tubs. The tie belts began to fall loose, and we let it stay hanging almost open to compromise in our desire to be more comfortable. It was a little cooler that way and closer to what we really wanted to do.

Amie is an early bed person, but stayed up a little later Saturday night as we lay out on loungers in the cool night air. We stared into the clear night sky. Safford is more remote and the stars are fabulous to gaze. I just fell asleep right there under the glistening night sky. Before sunrise Amie returned and we ventured over to the tubs. It was quiet and peaceful there. It was as though we had the place all to ourselves. The early morning feel and sunrise was wonderful.

Our early start also allowed us to casually meet our checkout time and we felt that we had made the most of our stay.

Dankworth Pond

On the way back we decided to stop at the Dankworth duck Pond.

Amie had visited there on Thursday on her way to the hot springs. She said that no one had been there but her, on that day. This being Sunday, it was somewhat more populated.

There were people fishing. It is a large pond with many ducks. The water is constantly in the 90F’s. There are several hot springs around Safford and one feeds this 15 acre pond.

As we sat on a bench on the grounds in the sun, I was comfortable enough to take my top off.

Then, too quickly, a man and a boy came near on their fishing expedition. So, the top went back on.

I saw a sign for an Indian ruin up on a mesa’s top. It said that the trail is .75 miles. It seemed like a good walk.

Amie wasn’t up for it, so I took off alone. Very soon, I realized that I could walk this topfree. I took off my top again and began to carry it.

The trail started off flat and then began its way up a dry arroyo. I took off my flip flops and walked barefoot in the sand.

The arroyo was surrounded with mesquite and tamarath trees.

I then walked downhill into a thick mesquite bosque. It reminded me of our visits to De Anza, where there is dried cracked mud in patterns, a thick foliage and then it opens up into a desert. Like De Anza, there are the Indian ruins not far from the opening.

The trail leads up the mesa and on top there is lots of ruble and three complete edifices of Native American style.

One is stone.

Two are forms with mud construction.  One is typical of the Mongollon people.

Pathways lead around. There used to be lots of trading going on in the Safford area from all over.

I wandered along freely and peacefully in solitude. There were some houses not far away, but I stayed free. I thought to take a selfie, but for some reason didn’t, and left, not wanting to hold up my friend who waited below.

View of Pond, Pinaleno Mountains in the Distance.

I got that after-thought of, “Geesh, I could have done that nude.” Maybe next time, I won’t let myself miss out. I’m not really used to going solo, but that can change.

We had lunch at the pond among the people. I got a little sunburned from the noon day sun, but nothing very serious.

We said our goodbyes and left in our two cars. I stripped down and carnuded until Texas Canyon, which is a rest stop about half way back to Tucson during the two and a half hour drive. Curiously, dressed to use the facilities, I bumped into Amie in the bathroom.

Rock Formations at Texas Canyon

When I got back in the car, I slipped off the pants, but left the top on. Soon, I took the spaghetti straps off of my shoulders and pulled the rude fabric down to my waist. Occasionally, it was convenient to pull it up for a passing trucker.

When I arrived at my P.O. Box in the post office to check my mail, I slipped on clothing again in the parking lot. I didn’t bother disrobing for the short trip home from there.

It is fun to be a nude woman on her own. I like the sense of liberation. There were no particular problems driving, but for the trucks looking down, and do you think that most really would object?





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