The plate has been pretty full lately. We are cleaning up a house and getting ready for a move…naked.
There are packing boxes filling up the house. Now we are walking trails through what is reminiscent of a train wreck. It looks like a pathological hoarder lives here. I have stubbed my bare toe on a box or two, but nothing serious. Packing while nude is okay.
Drywall, painting, plumbing, wood trimming, and staining are also working out well barefoot all over.
Cochise Stronghold is a part of the habitat of the Chiricahua Apaches. When settlers began to make their way into the area, destroying the lives of those who lived there, a “war” eventually broke out.
To put it briefly, Apache raids could be conducted from these safe rugged mountains. Cochise, who was initially prone to a peace, found himself accused of a crime. Then, members of his family were taken hostage. He then saw futility. There were white betrayals, which lead to more decades of war.
Eventually, Cochise died and was secretly buried in these mountains.
As I walk through this incredible landscape of fortress-like boulders and hoodoos, I watch water leach out of rocks and then stream down them. I sit in the shade of many types of trees and consider the abundance hidden here. I hold thoughts of Apache lives. I ponder some nebulous foreign peoples beginning to force the takeover of my own homeland. I can imagine how I might feel and how I might react.
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Halloween’s back. This year we are feeling lazy about this holiday and making costumes, so we decided to just go naked….
We took last year’s nude body tights and placed strategic censorship bars on them with black duct tape….
Went to the first bar and won a prize. We thought that it had something to do with the band/judges being friends.
We went to an Anniversary Party at another bar afterward. It was chilly in the night, so I put on a shirt and DF a shawl. The music was faster paced, it was filled with strangers.
We took off our wraps to show off our costumes. It felt kind of genuinely naked, actually. We began to spin around on the dance floor and then saw people pointing. Compliments kept popping up. We were attracting lots of attention.
An announcement was made that there would be a costume contest. Only about a dozen of us took it on. Now, we found ourselves naked on stage, under bright lights being cheered! We won hands down!
People love naked people.
It’s another day in Eden at the hot springs. We’re walking out for an exploration into the desert foothills.
We start with another meditative breakfast at the duck pond. It is warmer today.
We want to do the hike that we had planned the last visit, then return with enough time to indulge our senses in the various waters as they call to us. We will have to drive home tonight.
North of the hills where people set up their prayer circles of stones, there is the distant valley. We have seen it as a green ribbon of mesquite along a dry wash. It looked to be an inviting hike. There was a sense of “out there”, to go trekking into the wide open spaces, liberation.
SEE the story where this one picks up here:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/02/26/a-valentine-and-eden-2018-a-trip-report-part-ii/
We begin to pass through the familiar and then make our way into an exploration.
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It is always good to have a backup plan to assure nude friendly weather conditions. We had plans to visit the top of Mt. Lemmon, but monsoon thunder and lightning storms are predicted this weekend. Our alternative is to not campout, but we’ll do a day trip instead. The prediction in the Rincon Mountains is heavy showers, which may cause flooding after 11am and before 11pm. This generally means that the creeks will run. There will be this break in the morning, before more rain. We will also enjoy cooler temperatures.
We visited a new found waterfall a year ago. That story is here:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2017/10/27/happy-valley-sad-day/#more-3146
We hope to find the water falls running and that the pools are filled with fresh water for swimming.
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We set up the outdoors bed last night. The moon will be full in a couple of days. In its evening transit, it did drown out some of the stars and illuminated the surrounding desert.
Our intention is to observe the annual meteor showers, lying on our backs, cuddling together, enjoying naked sensuality and freedom. Lying here under the stars, in the more pristine desert, we have a sense of place in the universe. There is stark quiet.
I see one meteor, then another and another. DF misses them, somehow. I’m getting a familiar twinge of frustration and jealousy from my partner. This has happened often, when gazing for meteors. I’m commenting on falling stars in awe and amazement, and she is wondering, if I’m just putting her on. I see another, “Wow, did you see that one?”
Finally, she does see one with me. She is feeling better about things, excited for the next one.
She soon sees another. This time, I don’t see it. I smile and wonder if she’s putting ME on.
The meteors dissipate in frequency. A flashing plane creeps over and then a lone flash appears just as bright. We ask each other, “Could it have been a meteor coming right at us?”
Eventually, there is another burst of shooting stars, which is followed by a lull.
The main event won’t be for a couple of hours. We wonder if we will be awake for it. This moment is a good place. So, we’ll see.
I comment that the weather is perfect out here. I’m incredibly comfortable.
After a while, someone whispers,” Do you feel that cool breeze?” I do and it is a delight. Then, nearly immediately, we’re commenting together, as we find a warm breeze rolling over our bodies. No words are spoken, just that awareness of the person next to me feeling the fun of it, too. It’s a naked thing.
Turtle Dove and Road Runner Warm themselves in the Morning Sun
We took off to California for a few days. It was cold, and then it was LA congestion. We were treated to a stay in a wonderful house on Huntington Beach staying with relatives during a wedding reception. Still, I broke any recent record for spending time clothed, continuous Saturday morning to Tuesday noon. The only nudity, other than under the sheets and shower, was about five minutes on a second floor balcony overlooking the beach and estuary, sitting in a hammock in the dark.
Some Little Body Always in that Hammock
That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy myself. We had a barbecue on the beach and I also enjoyed jogging there among the birds and waves. The company was good and warm. The second floor of the place overlooks an estuary with representatives of all of the common bird species hanging out at once. A young granddaughter was there. We watched her excitement.
Balcony View
We left the beach’s area and survived those LA freeways, arriving near Corona at Glen Eden Resort. I had not been there, but had been curious for years. The weather was not easy to predict, heck it’s January, so we figured that in the least, we could use the indoor pool and sauna.
We are at the hotsprings still. It is Saturday after arriving on Friday. Today we have directions to the rough road that leads back into the foothills of the mountains to the north. We are going to explore today. You might read about Friday here first:
https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2018/06/22/exploring-the-foothills/
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I mentioned a while back about a non-landed group that we had had a couple of decades ago in southern Arizona, “Southern Arizona Naturist Society, SANS.” Today, we will be hiking similarly with a group. This is a different way to be free range than what DF and I usually present.
We are in the Prescott, Arizona area. Our host has created, or refurbished a trail in the nearby mountains and we’re all meeting up to hike it naked.
I mentioned this trail once before, when we visited Ken and Amie’s hilltop near Dewey, Arizona. Then, it was just a hilltop, a garden, a trail and plans. Now, there is a pleasant home on top and a system of stealthy trails to wander, to meditate and explore.
We came up from Tucson on Friday. The plan was to camp in one of the spots that Ken has put aside for a tent. Saturday, we would then visit Schenbley Road a four-wheel drive mess. The views are of legendary Sedona in the distance. Along the way, there are a few trails off of the road. I surmise that the 4×4 conditions of the road would diminish the number of vehicles. The trail which I planned to explore, leads off of the road into official wilderness. It would seem a good candidate for freely nude hiking. The views will be awe inspiring.
A hurricane in the Pacific off of Mexico has created long sought after rain, but it is forecast to be falling from late Friday night, until evening on Saturday. I’ve been told that the planned jeep road is notably slippery when wet and may wash out. On a good day it can be a cliff side, hair-raising drive.
Game called because of rain. What to do?
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