Monthly Archives: October 2025

Hunting turkey

Posted on October 30, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears #34

06-06- 2024

The animals around here in these mountains are not so jittery nervous. We first noticed the deer’s behavior as we found a great camping spot and her pal’s attitude as he browsed the through our campsite the next morning. They trust us and I feel like that is something to respect. We share this place, as a kind of fellowship.

This morning, as I sit at camp, a curious squirrel comes up the road, stopping maybe 20 feet from my chair. It sits up on hind legs. A fluffy mass of tail, seemingly as big as the rodents entire body, whisk in serpentine circles in and out. It looks as if curiously weighing the notion to see what the truck, stove and other objects are about.  Around here, they look similar to the Arizona mountain squirrels, but the ears don’t have the comb-like flags at the tips. These critter’s triangle ears are tight symmetrical fur, arranged like a G.I. crewcut, square straight lines, lean. Its silver form takes off in a gallop from where it came from, playing with others down the road. I have been watching them comically gallivant there for a while.

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Right Between the Ears

Posted on October 16, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Bears Ears #33

2024-06-04

It’s time to gather provisions and gas.  We’ll be heading up the road that cuts right in-between the Bear’s Ears, on top of its head and then onto its back. We’ll be lounging and exploring in the Manti-La Sal National Forest for a week or so.

In Blanding, Utah, I spend too much time for my liking. I’m stuck shoring up home insurance issues over the phone and checking internet texts and messages, after several days of no service. It has been a pleasure to be out of electronic contact, but this is the price. That process of waiting takes us to the visitor center, where I am able to spend some good time with a new hostess. She once lived up in those hills with her mother. I shamelessly grill her for insider’s information.

Just before we leave to backtrack to where we were this morning, which is 45 miles of carnuding. I pull off of the road at that sign that says ominously “Next services 121 Miles.” We strip, stuff away our clothing and resume down the now familiar road, to out west. For now, the wind blows through partly opened windows and the vent, circling, sensuously dancing all over naked bodies.

We find the road that will take us into the mountains. It is soon dirt. After a pickup truck passes,  I get out to switching into 4×4 for stability. We are alone here at the base of this mountain. I turn off the motor. Now in silence, I look up into the steep walls before me. They circle around us. The vast Canyonlands are behind us now. This is the beginning of an entirely new terrain and set of unknowns to set off into, naked. There is a sense of adventure, a new beginning and freedom.

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Acceptance

Posted on October 12, 2025 by lasthouseob1

Friday June 20th 2025 opens up with my eye lids.  I find myself back in the mountain forest under blue skies. Last night’s smell of smoke is gone, replaced by a sense of clarity. All is seen through the net tent, as the sun is getting us up, out and about, acting like a parent sending us off to school. We conked out last night early. A glance at a cell phone tells us that we have slept for more than 12 hours. “How’d we do that?”

“Maybe there actually are fairies with magic powders in the woods.”

“Huh?” “Better check on your pot of gold!”

It is day, everything is telling me, actually shouting at me, the message about the displacement of the calm and peace of the night. I hear the wind blowing high in the trees above, and nearby, the rustling leaves of the young aspen that are determined to someday populate this field of short grasses and dainty flowering greens.

I climb out of the tent stiffly, making my way to my appointment. I find the route through the brush to the office, a pleasant spot that is still slumbering in deep shadows.

As I stand, I notice nibbles on my calves and ankles. Those Utah no-see-ums flash out of my memories. My mind grinds out, “If so, we’re movin’.” But they seem to prefer the shade…

…I sit fully naked in my folding chair, absorbing the warmth of the morning sun, dusty Earth on the soles of my bare feet. There are occasional critters that I launch with a flick of my finger. A fly stops by, I’m thinking, “just to irritate me.” I breathe in, puff my cheeks and then blow out directly at it. It is gone, done with me. I’m reminded, I take note to brush my teeth, swish some water, re-hydrate.

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Life as Art

Posted on October 3, 2025 by lasthouseob1

I read this comment from an artist explaining how it is that he paints his art while working nude:

“…Why naked? It’s my way of staying in the moment and away from a mind that likes to tell me how wrong or bad a line is. Nudity silences my inner critic. It kinda sounds like the voice of my mother. It’s not a kind voice. It’s always disappointed.  Naked I have to be here, now, no way around it, and keenly aware. I feel the vast openness in a meadow painting the sky. If I were dressed, I could never feel, as open, as exposed to the forces I seek to capture.  I like it that way. Art is about feeling. What I feel is what I draw. Nudity enforces the memory, the moment. It’s not a quest to meet God, it’s a quest to meet reality.  Clothing is a fantasy, a wish, a kind of hiding…”

I relate to this, but not because I make art. There is a difference and a similarity, not just for me and many others, but including several philosophers and gurus. There is a tendency to understand “Life as Art.” The more fully immersed and experienced, the richer becomes the expression.

I live my life nude. Life is a rich experience, yet richer in a natural and free existence, when making the most of my senses and being. Inspiration is a gift, a wonder that comes out of seemingly nowhere. All that I must do is to be ready for it, when it arrives.

I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.

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