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 →

2018-11-03

We arrive, having driven through the fertile Gila River’s valley with cotton growing right up to the side of the road. The big sky is wide open, decorated in the same turquoise color everywhere. We had gotten a start later than we intended, but accept our day as it is unfolding.

We are to spend a couple of days at the hot springs with a pair of guests. Here’s the tale.

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2014-09-14

We drive up to New River Arizona after dropping off DF’s wonderful granddaughter. Somehow, we get there without bothering to get undressed! I comment and query to DF as we near our destination, “Wow, this is the first time in a long time that we have traveled anywhere dressed. And we’re heading to a naturist resort to top it off! Doesn’t it seem weird to be going to a naturist resort wearing clothes?”

Upon arrival at Sangrala Ranch Resort, we strip completely immediately, that is as soon as the car’s motor turned off. We go into the office, check in and will wait for Nuduke to give us a call to rendezvous. They will have been traveling a long distance today and have to check into their resort and settle in, as well.

We decide that our wait will be in the pool. We grab two towels and cell phones  and place them on a nearby chair as we skinnydip. The phone rings, I jump out of the pool and answer. We have time to go get dressed and travel to the Westin Kierland Resort & Spa, which is a very nice upscale resort in Scottsdale.

Have you ever had a correspondence with someone online frequently through years, but never meet in the flesh? This was such a couple. Nuduke and I had been members of “The Secret Naturist Society.” It was a sort of internet pot belly stove in the general store kind of place. A group of us would sit around and discuss our naturist lives there. Generally, talk was about a stealth exploit, where one wouldn’t normally be naked.

I have little to know about the Mrs., other than that she is not apt to participate in social nudity.

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