Monthly Archives: November 2021

Nude Across America Pt.12: WNHD Two

2021-06-21

In Vermont, it is day two of the World Naked Hiking Day group hike. Day One has gone splendidly, sunny and friendly. Read all about it here:

Nude Across America Pt.11: WNHD Day 1

There had been rain at dawn, but we’re going to get sunny weather today for the hike. In the tent, it was noisy enough to wake us up early, but we were dry.

Some quick oatmeal and we’re off.

We arrive to a full parking lot, again. There are twenty naked men. Several are new faces, today.

The number of women hikers has dwindled to one, which is DF. She is fine with that.  As the only woman, she isn’t being treated with a whole lot of special attention. We are all focused on the day and the trail’s hike.

In a full lot, we move vehicles to fit in and then another one shows up. Once again it takes a while and some effort to sort things out.

Rick is excited to be writing the report of this for “N” magazine. We gather to get the pictures going for publication and posterity.

There are three clothed men who have been surprised by this spectacle. Rick is a boisterous guy and has a passion for naturism. He immediately begins greeting them as a salesman for naturism. He convinces two in that car to strip!

“Okay!” We cheer it on. There are high spirits in us all.

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A Favorite Place

There are those favorite places in the world. One of those, for me, is in Redington Pass.

When the flow is strong, the stream splits into dozens of channels in the bedrock.

There is a boulder there, large and flat. I can sit with my legs crossed India style. The slight slope makes it more comfortable. There, as the waters cascade down the carved channels toward me, I feel wonderfully alive.

The mist from the turbulence of the falls floats by, across my bare body, chilling just right, as the sun warms my back.

Minerals and tannins create effervescence. The tiny bubbles fizz like root beer, fizzy all over, up into nostrils. I touch the world with the inhale of breath. I smell fresh mineral vapors.

It is like an energy, a presence that flows down. Chinese call it chi, the natural fung shui of it seems evident. I raise my palms and know something unique.

Sound is only the pleasant roar of water flow and the silence in-between. It seems to wash away any thoughts that have nothing to do with where I am right now, here, alone, at one with nature.

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