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.
The Free Range Naturist 