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A Word About Bugs: WMR Pt.9

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

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

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

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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White Mountain Retreat: Pt4

2023-06-25ish

Bathing

We’ve been setting up camp for our White Mountain Sojourn. I presented that in the last Post, number 3 in the series. There is more. I didn’t realize how much more, when I started to write.

Here’s how we bathe:

We must first drive down to the spring with its creek. It is beautiful. We have camped here before, but the 4th of July crowds will be there and some have arrived early. We need solitude and body freedom.

We slog to the spring in the wet grasses and slushy water that tends to seep out across a gentle floodplain slope.

A creek full of fresh water comes out of the ground here.

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White Mountain Retreat: Pt3

Homestead Assembly Required

2023-06-22

We have decided to camp in our ol’ favorite site at the edge of the great grassy field, amongst the Arizona aspen and pines. We are here to relax and sojourn. We decide to take our time to settle in.

This is that story.

We have sat awhile; it has been a long drive with late night packing. The big canvas bell tent may take two or three hours to put together. We have our small quick and easy tent to fall back on. We do.

Setting up the tent and blowing up the light camping mattresses for a comfortable bed takes a short time and effort. After a snack, we’ll sleep, but first we just wander and enjoy this place. We’re getting re-acquainted.

There are winds, lots of wind, but not as much as down here under the tree canopy.

The Next Day:

We have work to do after our first longer walk and some exploration. The first is to produce breakfast and then to erect the tent…after we sit a spell. There is a little guitar playing in between, just because I can and it feels good.

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White Mountain Retreat: Pt2

2023-06-22

Where Ya Be?

I lay in bed, this morning, just listening. The meditation is to do just what I am doing; Focused; Mindful; Aware; Distract the thoughts; Doing just being.

The wind is heard in the distance. Invisible clumps of it are heard out there, in some direction outside of the tent. Then, when they come toward us, the tree’s branches above seem to move like a whip. But there’s not so much ruckus down here, below it all.

I roll to my side, one elbow supports against impending collapse.  This morning, there’s a new world out there past the bug net screen. Parts of the mind are still climbing out of the nightly haze, as the body, now on all fours rolls somehow into a squat.

A zip and then a place for the head to fall through, I climb out of the protective tent.

Bright sun, fresh pine scented air, my naked body gets acquainted with the elements of the morning.

There’s wind. We get a break here from the numerous trees between us and the vast grassy field, which is surrounded with more distant dark forests. The gusts travel above us.

It’s a June wind. The weather service said gust as high as 45mph SE and SW, last night.

A giant whipping arc circles around from the north. It manages to penetrate the wind block. Very chilly air creates a shiver up and down a naked body. I’ll have to accept that it will likely happen again this morning, as just an occasional anomaly.

I say a little prayer for direction. I listen, aware and sit down to put some time into this.

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White Mountain Retreat: Pt1

Heading Home

2023-06-21

Have you ever gotten to that point where you can feel that you need a reset? When every day you feel just a bit off, there is pressure, a long “to do” list and the ‘ol inner peace isn’t there?

I felt that I had lost track of the essence of my center. DF would say, “Not grounded.” Sometimes, that shut off button needs to be pushed. The clutter replaced with a pause, a stop.

We spent the first couple of weeks in June getting ready for the Western Naturist Gathering and the coming glamp-out. It is to be a sojourn, a retreat. The June heat is coming and we won’t come back until the monsoon rains cool that off. It will be like Spring after a long Winter, a fifth season.

I like that word “re-treat.” Our destination is a spot that I had chosen before, but that attempted treat came crashing down as covid laid me flat in this wilderness, alone, but for the howl of the Mexican grey wolves.

It is a beautiful spot in the National Forest, a designated wilderness where cattle are forbidden, and all is left to its own nature. There will be nobody else for miles and many long deserted roads to wander through the forest. We will happen upon the many gems yet to be discovered. There will be no dress code, only the immersion into nature.

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