experience that uncertainty merely melted away.
I discovered how "blind" I was before, smothering nearly my whole organ of touch with clothes. Hiking clothed
was like trekking with my hands over my eyes and peeking
through little slits between my fingers.
Feeling nature on every square inch of my body was exquisite. I craved the touch of the wind where it had never
touched me before. I could feel the slightest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable.
One summer I took a trip to Moab, Utah. I had learned about
a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a convention of naked
hiking, and I wanted to check it out.
Went through a tall slot canyon with a perennial stream
running through it. Trees and vegetation filled the base, and
Moab's characteristic red rock towered above.
After url , the trail rose above the plant life
Austere beauty encircled
me---cliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch
there, all blazing with color.
The sun beat down on me, but at
the end of the trail I found a little
shaded cove beneath a large arch.
Water dribbled down a slit in the wall,
and I knew that trickle would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a little pool in the
middle of the cove. The shadiness and
Wetness cooled and refreshed me.
On my way back, a storm swept in.
The sky crackled with thunder and
lightning, and the wind funneled
through the canyon. I walked through
a narrow hallway with willow-like
trees thrashing on either side of me. At
the trailhead, I lay with my nude
back against a flat,, sun-heated boulder
and chill the top of me. The sense
was indescribable!
When the wind beginning pelting me
It was
lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more
trail I needed to explore that was further up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I determined to take a quick peek at that trail
before driving into town for lunch.
I'd learned about it in a
Novel on hiking trails in Utah. It was supposed to be a gold
mine of astounding rock formations etched by the wind over
eons. The storm had subsided, but it'd done its job and
cleared any other hikers outside. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the place.
this would be an unbelievable hike.
I determined to walk up the trail---only a little to check it out---
even though I was starving and had left my water bottle in the
Auto. But as I walked, more and more fascinating shapes came
into view, enticing me to walk a little further, and a little further, and a little farther. . . .
The main formations came into view, and they were breathless. Tall towers that looked like cathedrals and monstrous
statues direct out of Lord of the Rings loomed above me. T here
was an eagle head, a gargoyle, titanic sundials. One formation
looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes variation of Mt.
I had
never seen anything like it. As I trekked and admired the view, I
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At one point, I became so overwhelmed with the panorama
before me that I cried out, "I 'm seeing the hand of God!"
Instantly I was blasted with an indescribable power that
washed through my entire body. The burning drove me to my
knees and caused me to pray. I 'd felt the Spirit of the Lord
before, but this was more extreme than anything I Had experithe bishop changed to the policy on wearing garments. He
enced in my life.
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step after step, minute after minute. It wouldn't let up. Five
me. I pointed out the sentence in that statement that says that
minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty. The trail brought
how one wears the garment is a judgement between the indime higher above the Colorado River valley, and the view from
vidual and the Lord.
Upwards there was astounding. Before me stretched never-ending miles of
day and night, and intended to for the rest of my life, but that
red desert and exotic formations, and through it cut a path of
I believed naturist experiences were one of those times when
green on both sides of the river's blue ribbon. The river
the wearing of garments was impractical, since it's hopeless
to wear garments when you're trying to be naked.. I told him I