My Private Place for Naturism #25

2017-09-04

I heard the rumble. The lightning must be around. Those dark grey skies may be seen outside the window to the east, but to be sure, naked and barefoot, I make my way outside and up the granite slope to observe. There is rain between the grand Catalina Mountains and me, and a sliver of a rainbow to the southeast.

I head back inside.

I rush around inside to gather my shoes when I hear the sound of rain. The monsoon is winding down, the rain less frequent. The weatherman tells of only 20% chances of showers. This is opportunity. I know that outside, this is a warm rain. I’ve seen it so many times before.

This time, as I first step outside my door, I am greeted by the first drops on my body. These are just a few drops, not a surge. I see the dark cloud in the distance. These drops have floated a long way.

I feel thunder. It seems to hover around my body rather than roll through a distant area. It’s like a long, long vibrational beat of a bass drum.

I make my pursuit into the desert, stopping to enjoy the vistas. To the east, the clouds are risen, separated from the Catalina Mountains, which have turned a deep burgundy in the sun’s setting. The sliver of rainbow still gives hope.

Suddenly, I am taken by the sight of the silver full moon hovering above those mountains and below clouds. Just rising, it glows huge. I’m reminded that this August is gone, and then I wonder if this full moon has anything to do with my feeling out of sorts. Perhaps things a will calm down as it passes in the next days.

Raise clouds, color the mountains blood burgundy and insert one huge silver moon

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2018-10-28

When we left off last time, we were on our way down a thin remote canyon in the area of Happy Valley. Our friend Bruce, who is leading us, has told of several fun things back in there and to expect some mild Canyoneering.

The Part I can be found here:

https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2019/02/01/a-little-canyoneering/

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We now continue through this geologic playground, right where we left off last week.

Along the way we discover downed hollowed out swirled trees and exposed roots.

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A Continuing Series

2017-01-30

The good weather is back. At noon, I decide to take advantage of it. I step out onto the granite slab to see how it all feels. I’m not surprised, but awed by just how wonderful it all feels. I’m compelled to go further, but I need to protect my bare feet. Bare feet are sensual on this smooth granite slab with its contours and interesting textures, but the desert waits with many disasters with sharp needles.

Five-toes shoes on, I walk out to the sweat and grab a broom. The stealth trail to Havarock has needed a sweeping off of prickery cholla bundles of spines and other landmine-like debris.

As I sweep my way along the trail, there are many hoof prints, large and small. The ground is dug up considerably, here and there.

I hear an animal in the bushes a few feet away, but I’m surprised to find it to be an uncharacteristically loud cottontail bunny.

I smell an animal as I approach the ridge near Havarock. Someone is home.

I’m surprised today by a large loud sound. Two mule deer burst to the north, another to the east. They are heavy animals and their hooves clack against the exposed granite. Often, it crumbles.

I try the transpersonal energy on them, but this time, it doesn’t seem to show a noticeable calm in the deer. They do however, stop and just stare at the strange naked intruder with his hands in the air. They wait.

I just stand still and observe, as they observe back. After a while, I decide that I don’t want to disturb them in their sheltering retreat. I want them to come back and enjoy this safe place, as I know is their tradition. I pick up my broom, turn and walk away.

A few steps and I hear the loudness of more deer bounding away, which had been in cautious hiding behind some rocks. They have been silent, just 30 feet away. Three more, I count.

Two do that springing jump that they do from a standing position. These two have so few individual characteristics, that they are like twins. First one and then the next, it’s like a déjà vu. A little more of fascinated observation and I am on my way.

What a gift it is to live here.

Early next week, I’ll publish our nude canyoneering foray into a remote canyon.

2018-11-04

We have been camped this weekend at the mineral springs with a pair of friends as our guests. It is their first time here. Having had a short exploratory hike, we have decided to take a mineralized mud bath together.

The mud is supposed to be therapeutic and fun. We have seen others slogging back looking quite happy with their situation. It is our turn. Continue reading →