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Long Drive Short Walk II

Posted on April 5, 2024 by lasthouseob1

2024-02-20

We’ve come out to the Rosecuge Mountain’s foothills to explore, a short hike, and a breath of nature. We have found our bearings. I’ve been attempting to get here for years, by hiking, foiled by distance, time and a maze of man-made obstacles, the steep canyon-like washes to appropriate water for cattle.

Two of those stories are here: https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2021/06/09/not-getting-lost-pt-1/

And Also: https://thefreerangenaturist.org/2021/06/13/not-getting-lost-part-2/

After collecting bearings, we are back in the SUV heading through another mile of back-road desert.

I take the tiny road under the double power lines out a bit to line up with the mountain hills. It doesn’t appear to have any closer roads through them. Eventually, I see a place to park and walk into the desert hills.

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Long Drive Short Walk

Posted on March 30, 2024 by lasthouseob1

2024-02-20

DF and I drove out for a short walk, an afternoon’s exploration. I’d been laid up with a neck and back pain and then nearly recovered, when, I immediately contracted probably covid. You know, one of those just passing through viruses. I didn’t want to get up and over do it the first day. On the other hand, I was stir crazy with frustration.

Thirty minutes from town and then a few miles of dirt backroads, the trail began to splinter, getting worse. The 4runner is crawling over piles of rocks, in berms and zig zagging. Pin stripes can be heard forming in the overgrowth, then deep sand. Don’t stop in the deep sand.

Along the way, just across a field up the hill, seven deer are getting up from an afternoon siesta under a palo verde tree. Our loud motor has disturbed the peace and quiet. The odd loud red thing with two beings have disturbed their rest. We’ve stopped and watch as they lumber to feel a safe distance. Nobody actually runs. They just stop look and listen as the truck idles and two naked shutter bugs grapple with the telephoto lens, rolling down the window and working out elbow room, whispering for some senseless reason.

They are big. There is a lot for animals to eat out here in this lush Sonoran foothill desert. The first thing that we had noticed was that the ground is carpeted with a lawn-like green. The Spring bloom is setting up. The abundance of rainy days have encouraged it. Maybe, this year will be another a super bloom.

Big “Slim” a dead saguaro waves as we pass. “Hi Slim.”

Looking a Little Naked, Too

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Where Cows Go

Posted on March 17, 2024 by lasthouseob1

2024-01-30

We’re running late, its 1pm. Well, that’s three hours late. It looks like this will be a shorter walk than we thought, but that’s okay. DF has been getting some therapy on a sore leg the last couple of weeks. This should be a test run. She should be careful, as to not overdo it and too soon.

The plan is to visit the Tortolita Mountains, but this time taking the back way from my old home. We’ll need to find the pass heading south this time, It’s one that we used to come out of our hills through, but heading north.

In the pass is a trail that the mountain bikers have been using more and more during the last decade. Their treads should have kept it evident, but we’ll still have to find the unofficial path in a pretty large piece of grassland desert.

The trail that we’re looking for is one that I used to use often. I wrote a story “Naked to the County Line,” here:

Naked to the County Line
Today, we’re standing on the County Line and beginning to search.
It isn’t an official trail, but if bikers can find it, I can.

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Our Clothing Optional AirBnB

Posted on March 8, 2024 by lasthouseob1

I have mentioned the AirBnB here at my home in Tucson. It has been functioning by word of mouth. In mid- February “Ida’s Place” became marketed as a clothing optional AirBnB. This is a bit of advertisement and a bit of story.

The house had an extra living area off of the porch when I bought it. I didn’t really want a roommate full time, so an AirBnB was proposed. As I considered it, I remembered how much that I enjoyed meeting people from all over the world, during a job, a few decades back. I have been around Tucson gathering information, for over 50 years and it was fun to turn them on to Baja Arizona, in their sense of a new adventure. I realized that I could apply that to my business and have some fun.

In the rental, there is a small kitchen, breakfast nook and a walk in closet.

I introduced better climate control and brightened up the color of the walls. It still felt too dark, so I added a window with some art outside.

As time has gone by, I have enclosed the porch to regulate the weather’s impact and dust. My plan was to increase nude use when the outdoors is uncomfortable. On chilly winter mornings, the sun comes through the 5×5 windows, heating it, as I sit on the carpet stretching.

On warmer days, I can open the large windows and allow air to drift through. It provides a spot that lies in the transition from indoor to outdoor.

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Short Walks 3

Posted on February 29, 2024 by lasthouseob1

2023-07-09

Sometimes, a short walk just keeps goin’.

We decide to walk, but have no decision where. We look across the great field and DF suggests revisiting the distant Aspen Grove (See Here):

Exploring the Mystery of the Aspen Grove

I’m game. There is also a jeep trail near there that we could try.

We walk the massive field, finding spring water is creating mushy grasslands in spots. Here after a drought, we’re surprised. We could understand the darker green grasses, but standing water coming up out of the earth is something else. It had been a wet and up here, a snowy winter.

The grove is as if we never left it.

I walk along the edge of the field south to where I had found tire tracks.

Someone has camped here, but not recently. The circle of tire marks is vague and overgrown.

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Roskuge Mountains

Posted on February 2, 2024 by lasthouseob1

2023-12-05

We went out north of Three Points, Arizona, where I had found a clear road into the Roskruge Mountains using satellite photos. They appeared to be saguaro and associated vegetation on the hills. The peaks top out at 3700 feet with their feet lying probably somewhere around 2600, give or take. The private land goes into Tohono O’odham Nation lands and the Ironwood National Monument. It’s often hot out there and warm in the winter. We can expect a place to ourselves.

After a 30 minute drive through an often tortured desert landscape, we are slowing down as the two lane highway passes through the town which offers a few conveniences. After Ace Hardware, Dollar stores, and Mexican fast food, we find our turn at Fuller Road and head north. Asphalt shortly turns to dirt. I pull over in front of a dusty trailer on a property surrounded with a chain-link fence. I need to get out and adjust my 4×4 locking hubs. A pit bull rages out to punish our ruckus in its serene life.

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A Word About Bugs: WMR Pt.9

Posted on November 26, 2023 by lasthouseob1

Summer 2023

I don’t want to make our retreat in the White Mountains sound too idyllic.  The reality is, that we all, at some time, have to accept fate and succumb to the reality of bugs. Midges, mosquitoes, gnats, no-see-ums, creepy spiders, cobwebs, the dangerous millipedes and scorpions (actually not a bug).

How many countless times, that I’d rather forget, were stricken by a hoard of bugs? Picnics having biting ants invite themselves, or visiting mosquitoes inviting themselves and not realizing that I’m not on the menu.  That one pesky fly that continually pesters, thinking that it needn’t get its own plate; you know that guy.

How many times, when my lovely day nude in the sun got dashed by attacks? Me, having to take refuge under clothing on a sweltering day. Me, anxiously grabbing, and IN GRATITUDE, a bottle of poison to slather all over my defenseless body. Me, spending ridiculous prices for natural topical solutions, with their scented cakey result everywhere, and where there is no shower to wash before wrecking the sheets. Thank Heaven for Sssting-Stop!

This guy just crossed my foot looking like an early Disney movie, but one in the past gave my bare hand quite a smart.

I remember what could have been a lovely stay for my future wife in Jamaica, but for the 42 well scratched red gushers upon just one of the legs of her merely five foot stature. They loved her more than me; I was fine. They discriminate!?!

So, our retreat in the White Mountains wasn’t perfect. We had a few flies during the day, but we moved our lightweight folding chairs around from sun to shade as we felt. The sun chased us AND kept us away from flying pests.

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First Hike: WMR Pt.8

Posted on October 31, 2023 by lasthouseob1

2023-06-25

White Mountain Retreat (WMR).

Sun’s going down between the trees. We ate earlier today to align with the sun’s light and warmth. I’m lying in the pink canvas hammock feeling satisfied, looking up at the canopy of evergreen trees. The sun has gotten lower in the sky and light shoots through the deep forest. I’m fascinated by the golden green light. There are streaks of golden green color and the glitter of sap on pine needles. Below, in some places, the glowing grass looks much the same, like a reflection of the canopy. The pine needles high above spike out almost crystalline against a deep grey in the azure sky.

Up at 10,000 ft. the dark depth of space tints the bright turquoise. There’s a deeper more infinite depth than I’m used to. I’ve been noting spots of it while looking up and out through trees opening along the road’s route in of the forest and then when standing in the open Great Field.

We’re just back from what might have been a short walk after dinner, but one thing leads to another and it extended to a three mile exploration around the great field. We have rambled through the forest, which looks like enchantment decorated by pine, aspen and spruce, with a plethora of smaller treasures along the way. This is our story:

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Squirrels

Posted on October 20, 2023 by lasthouseob1

White Mountain Retreat 2023 Pt.7

Whah da? Squirrels!?! I recently read on the internet that these feisty rambunctious critters “were once the most popular pet in America…Throughout the 1700s and 1800s, they were viewed as ideal pets for children…One even made it to the White House as President Warren G. Harding’s pet. A photograph from 1922 published in the Library of Congress shows the 29th President kissing the squirrel on its cheek as the animal cuddles toward him affectionately….”

“The attraction to them as pets was reserved mostly for the upper class, since they had more time and money to spare. Adorable pictures from the 18th-century show high-class children were posing with their squirrels kept by their sides on gold leashes. Benjamin Franklin is even credited for writing the eulogy of a friend’s squirrel that was bitten by a dog in 1722, saying, ‘Few squirrels were better accomplished, for he had a good education, had traveled far, and seen much of the world. Thou art fallen by the fangs of wanton, cruel Ranger!’”

I’m finding the idea stunning, but ask, https://www.naturalstatewildlife.com.

Arizona Squirrels I have Known:

During other visits to the White Mountains, about a mile away at the spring, we have been harassed by belligerent squirrels. As I walked through the forest, out to enjoy a pleasant barefoot all over spiritual oneness experience, several sat just above me in the trees, chattering, seemingly threatening me. It appeared territorial. A nut fell behind me. After evaluating my position, I didn’t feel threatened, but their tone was amazingly vehement.

Still, all of my life, it has always been a treat to watch squirrels play their games and display their agility.

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The Library

Posted on October 1, 2023 by lasthouseob1

White Mountain Retreat: Pt.6

We took reading materials to our sojourn in the White Mountains. Several things on that reading list needed to be read.  We had a couple of Naturist Society magazines from the 80’s. A workbook that we study together to improve life as “Spiritual Warriors” and as a couple. “Gong Hee Fot Choy” is fortune telling for fun, good for a couple of evenings in the warm tent. A couple of Archeology mags were a good short read.

I took “Naked in the Woods” by Storm Moon, quite appropriate for what we were doing. It has a framework to it and is filled with good meditative and experiential exercises to do whilst naked in nature. We tried most of them.

A couple of quotes out of the book:

“To be naked in nature is to be totally unconstrained by symbolic clothing and to be at one with Heaven and Earth.”

“To be at one with nature is to be our true selves and vanish without a trace.”

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