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As I focus my attention….

As I Focus My Attention the World Around Me Comes Alive

I disrobe and close my eyes. I simply notice my body, with that intention, the awareness is allowed to travel, making its own itinerary. Soon enough, it glances about to its surroundings and back. The naked body remains the basis of awareness of existence.

I focus on the sensations and the details. Similarly, the world becomes more vivid when I focus on its many details. As I concentrate, my senses come alive.

Then with eyes open, colors are brighter, sounds sharper, and everything that touches my skin –a loving touch, the warmth of a fire, a gentle breeze, heightens my perception and anchors my awareness in the present moment.

My focus enlivens my inner world as well. Time spent in mindful contemplation floods my awareness with the grandeur of so many small things. I notice the feelings, the inner transformations, the raw physical sensations of emotions alone without mind. Now I open my eyes and turn my ears to the divine, as it is expressing all around me, as magnificent beauty and wondrous diversity. All of it, simply right here, right now.

The more I focus my attention fully without the dialog, the more easily I discern the divine expressing all around me. I know that I am of that.

Now, as I walk on in primal nudity in naked nature, it is as I began this experience, anchored with the natural sensations of body.

Just give this a try.

Next week, a story about hiking to the ancient House on Fire.

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

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Cover Girl

I had an article published in the last issue of “N” Magazine, the quarterly for The Naturist Society Foundation. TNS is one of two primary naturist organizations in the United States, kind of like British Naturism (BN). Their publication is excellent naturist reading, if you’d like to invest in a copy, or membership.

I sent some illustration photos with it, as usual. Then one day, I got a message. They wanted to use one of my photos for the cover! Flattery will get you somewhere quite often, “Sure, let me okay with DF.”

When I called up DF, I sang “The Cover of the Rolling Stone” Doctor Hook’s old song (written by Shel Silverstein) about a rock band getting on the mag’s cover. She had heard this before and knew what it meant. Once, or twice, she had been in a group gathering photo on the cover and I had sung it to kid her.

Gotta love the Nick Jagger parody.

One other time, my body had been edited out of a photo and that cover featured her backside in front of an Arizona vista. Each time, I kidded her with the comical song. This cover would feature her smiling identifiable face nude in Utah. It would go with the article that I wrote about nude travel in the region.

Our nude images have been in the pages of the magazine numerous times over the years. The first times that I had sung the song her alarmed eyes got big, “wha?” This time she just shrugged her shoulders with a grin, giving me a nonchalant, “sure.”

My image had also been on the heading for their website http://www.naturistsociety.com and I was like a Mr. March, or something, in one of their calendars, but still, to me, there’s something very cool about a magazine cover photo.

Here are photos of the cover and the article.

The text and those photos follow further into this post. I had to wait to publish here, until the issue was established for exclusivity. The new edition just came out. I have two more articles in the new issue; one about desert nude gardening and one addressing killer bees during naked hiking. Eventually, they will also turn up here.

From, “N”: The Magazine of Naturist Living.

Vol. 44 Issue 2 Spring 2025

Published by the Naturist Society Foundation, Inc.

“Naturally Nude in Bears Ears National Monument”

Last June/ July, we visited Bears Ears National Monument for the first time. DF and I packed my SUV to the brim and drove up from Tucson freely nude. The wide open spaces just continued to expand.

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Kodachrome

Utah 2025 #2

2025-06-14

The dusty Utah back road called Cottonwood Creek takes us to Kodachrome State Park. It was recommended by friends. In the distance, as we approach, odd shapes grab our curiosity.

We slip on coverings to enter the visitor center to ask questions and get orientations. A bright cheery, seemingly very young pair of attendants greet us. They are happy and seem eager to do something in their lull. Huckleberry ice cream is in a bin before us. “A double, please.” We study the park map, as we delight in a tub of smooth cool lavender cream.

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Getting Down the Road

Utah 2025 #1

2025-06-12

I’ve still got some stories left from our Bears Ears trip in 2024. That series has been chronologically presented over the last year, yet now, we’ve collected a few more Utah tales during this year’s trip.  Actually, there are a couple of hangers-on from glamping in the White Mountains, from the year before that! We haven’t been idle during the rest of the year locally, either. Every few stories, I like to throw in and article, some naturist thoughts, things that pop out of my head. It’s all there, in the works, for future publications.

The only solution, I’d suppose, will be to just present a chronological chaos and a variety of posts bouncing from location to location, over this next year. That’ll be starting right now.

For a few months, we had been busy with annual parties, fundraisers, stucco and paint on the house and sauna, stashing away the BnB business to instead accommodate a new renter’s needs. I also needed to get ahead of the publishing, so this website didn’t just suddenly stop while on vacation. We like to leave by mid-May, but the twelfth of June is the way things rolled out….

We embark knowing that it is this time of year that the deserts of southeastern Utah typically begin to heat up. The only solution during the hot times is to head into the mountains and further north, to cool off. Utah has some wonderful green peaks and heck, plans change, we could end up in Idaho, the sky’s the limit. We have this four wheel drive SUV packed to the gills. Everything that we need is in here, but for shopping for fresh produce. We are on an open timeline, 3 to 6 weeks.

It all starts out well. I chant a Ganesha mantra, a catchy tune, all the way through the Phoenix megalopolis. The guy who clears obstacles is at work. The freeway rush hour congestion seemingly magically disappears before us and we end up on a hilltop in Dewey with our friends Ken and Amie on the first evening.

Arriving very naked, all the way from Tucson, it is always a pleasure to climb out of the drive barefoot all over and into their free living enclave. Somehow the concrete walkway is nearly always shady and cool and strolling around the house on their cushy green lawn is a sensual delight.

There is a sign at the base of the drive declaring a liberated place of no nude shame, fear, or concerns. Ringing the doorbell there is a sense of a world as it should be, bare and greeted by bare bear hugs from familiar faces.

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10 Years!

It’s the anniversary. I started this website 10 years ago with one hundred and eight of my previous trip reports from a deleted forum that I participated in. I spruced them up and published them here and added new as our nude life unfolded. There are now hundreds of newer posts. So, where do we go from here?

I still have several reports from our Utah trip last year. I now have even more from the month that we recently spent in Utah this year. We just returned home Saturday. There are stories of trips and trails in Arizona that we have been to between the longer jaunts and before. I have several thoughts and articles that are drafts, which have been sitting around. So, there are already months of The Free Range Naturist.org material to share with readers.

A Morning on Mars

The visitors to the website are consistently arriving in higher numbers. Thank-you, we’re glad people are enjoying our content. We hope many are being inspired and getting about naturally.

So, I mentioned that we just returned this Saturday from Utah. Apparently my scheduled content has worked out. There are still a couple more to come, pre-posted, if we had returned home any later.

We arrived a few weeks later this year and were hit by the heat that comes at that time of year in the desert and by smoke from a fire west of Bryce National Park. This fire burned for the entire journey, as we traveled north away from it. We were still affected by the smoke into higher cooler elevations and the travels back.

We did manage to get into a fun Utah slot canyon and had a major part of Goblin State Park all to ourselves in spite of the desert heat. We visited mountain trails nude in places with names like Hell’s Backbone.

We camped and climbed at nearly 11.000 feet at a Lost Creek in the height of a super bloom.

We visited with friends and made new ones in beautiful Torrey near Capital Reef National Park.

We found freedom while overlooking grand vistas, including the Grand Canyon’s North Rim. Sadly, we had lunch in the impressive 90 year old wood timber grand lodge there, just two days before it burnt to the ground. Our remote ideal nude campsite and trails were isolated from news and we escaped unwittingly, 30 hours after the evacuation of the entire North Rim had happened. We were just in time. The forest was seen burning less than two miles down the road in the other direction, as we headed east through thick smoke and the odd light given by a dark orange mid-day sun.

Despite the sad drawbacks, we had several delightful adventures to share and share we shall, as time goes on, here at the TheFreeRangeNaturist.org.

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

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Drive to Lake Powell

Bears Ears XXXI

2024-06-03

We have a tip that a good stay might be White Canyon or Farley Canyon, which are out and off of the highway to Lake Powell. The distance is just far enough to risk the drive and still get back, if things don’t work out. The dice rolled, we’ll see if adventure is afoot.

The drive reveals a vast darker red landscape of buttes and occasional hoodoos.  It is desolate. The burgundy soil yields only a green plant only every several feet in contrasting greens.

There are a few landmarks.  Jacobs chair is falsely identified by us and then a even more obvious mammoth statue peeks out behind a distant hill. As the road passes, the naked monolithic peak is revealed. A broken butte, a gargantuan chair fit for a gigantic king, or a maybe a God.

The road is lonely.  Very few cars, maybe five in total pass us. Lone compadres on a lonely Mars-like planet wave back shared humanity. A pack of three motorcycles, roar freely across “America.” Easy rider custom Harleys replaced by outfitted Japanese cycles and awaiting hotel rooms. 

Down a long long hill, a spot in the road becomes a lone sit-on bicycle. It has small flag to remind fellow voyagers that they are not the only ones out here and to watch out. It is slow going for the pedalist up the seemingly endless hill, then two more are seen climbing the same incline.

When we cross a bridge over the Colorado River canyon, we know that we have come too far and missed our turnoff. I turn the SUV around and we slowly go back across the old steel bridge, looking down into the depth of the canyon below.

Heavy rains are welcome down in thirsty Arizona, Nevada and the California farms. We can see light rain fall from threatening clouds in the distance, but it doesn’t appear to be making the descent to the ground, only misty trails hang out of the cloud’s base. There is still a chance that this could build up and roaring  thunder storms could change all of this. The dammed Lake Powell we’ve read is at pitifully low levels.

We find the turnoff on the way back. There are signs this way, but none coming from the other direction. We now know how we missed our turn. The turnoffs are all just dusty little dirt roads through a parched desert. We are trying for Farley Boat Landing.  At the end of this graded dirty trail there are facilities and offered camping, but there is no longer water in sight! Water is nowhere for miles! It is all closed down. We get out. Might we go ahead and camp here anyway? It appears that it could be all ours, a nude campground.

 Facilities

We wander across the sandy fields of a former time.

There is a serine spiritual sense to this place. We decide to wander with only cameras in hand. Naked, we feel this place. There is a special flow of form, the still quiet, the sense of the infinity and mystery, even hidden presences. There is solitude and safety in the bare world’s order and our skin reflects that, an interface.

Someone had collected various “special” rocks and laid them in a circle on a hill. They felt this sense too.

There is overcast, rain is falling but not meeting the ground, but for a handful of pleasant drops on bare shoulders, refreshing, sparse, a polite tap to remind us how special it is to walk in the these bodies in the world, as generations through millennia. “I felt two. No, three, now.”

She has yet to be hit, and then reports two for herself. We have no forecast far out here on this dry boat launch, no cell phone, no weather report, just sight, speculation and luck.

We consider that it will likely be hot here tomorrow and decide to camp closer to tomorrows hike. The trail to the legendary House of Fire and then off the beaten path into the canyon passed it.

Got to be Sacred Space!

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

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Bridges National Monument

Bears Ears XXX

2024-06-03

I awaken to sunrise, calm, peaceful, I feel the dawning in the world around me. The alarm goes off at 7am, but I’m already alert and out of bed, I pack up camp. Not an ordeal today, just a routine in an orderly system. We take fresh morning air, stretch and eat, then we leave around 10am.

I check at the ranger station asking about any need of permits. None are needed. There’s an okay for fires in the mountains. No restrictions, no problem. They know nothing of the dead calf that we found up the road yesterday afternoon. We tell them about the illegal artifacts at our previous campsite. They’re concerned and take notes. Something with the word “Tortolita” comes up as DF and I browse maps. The Forester perks up. It’s a small world. We have a common friend in Tortolita.

Down the road the road-kill calf is gone and so is its grieving mom. Sad, yet it is good to know that things continue.

We’re off to the canyon park loop drive in Bridges National Monument. I pull up to the Visitor Center hoping for better details.  I’m surprised that the facility is closed so close to Memorial Day. I peak into the window at the dark lobby. In the reflection, the parking lot is empty behind me. Might as well stay undressed! I’d been told that I’d get free wifi at the front door, but nothing comes out of the ethers there. The toilet rooms are open and clean. It feels liberating and comfortable, but a bit extra naked, wandering around a public area like that nude.

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This Month

This month, we’re going on a tour of a yet undecided series of pieces of American nature, we shall be very busy being au naturel, bare, bottomless, disrobed, mother-naked, nude, raw, starkers [chiefly British], stripped, unclad, unclothed, undressed, in the altogether (or the buff, or the nude, or one’s birthday suit, or the raw) and gloriously stark naked.

Thought We’d Try Mars!

Unappareled (or naturally appareled), unattired, unclad, unclothed, ungarbed, invested, disrobed, suited, bare, naked, nude, stripped, denuded, peeled, unveiled, uncovered, wholly not veiled, arrayed merely and merrily in the sunlight and such under the moon and stars.

Unadorned, but not caparisoned to decked out, rigged out, or tricked out, not vested, we shall strive to be decent, exposed, unabashedly displayed, revealed, disrobed, unprotected, unadorned, undecorated, unembellished, unornamented, earthy, elemental, homey, natural, honest, modest and unpretentious.  Being cleaned, austere, Spartan, stark, minimalism shall allow us to immerse in our habitats.  Our moments shall nearly always be properly unbedecked, improperly attired (or properly attired?), bare, bared, bare-skinned, unconcealed and relishing every place in every moment without a stitch.

We shall be roving, meandering, roaming, nomadic, errant, drifting, traveling, straying, itinerant, rambling, trekking, and prowling; drifting, in a gadabout, gypsy, knockabout, nomadic way. We’ll be nakedly vagabond wanderers. We shall be Free Range Naturists!

I have several scheduled posts lined up for continuity while we are gone. Some tales shorter, some long, will be peppered amongst a series of thoughtful shorts. I hope that they entertain, until we return with a host of new tales to add to our list of the yet published.

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

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