life. But the uncertainties constantly vanished when I hiked. To commune with nature in my natural state was such a transcendent

experience that uncertainty just melted away.
I discovered how “blind” I was before, smothering virtually my whole organ of touch with clothes. Hiking clothed
was like trekking with my hands over my eyes and peeking
through small slits between my fingers.
Feeling nature on every square inch of my body was exquisite. I craved the touch of the wind where it’d never
touched me before. I could sense the smallest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable.
I had learned about
a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a convention of bare
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 stone towered above.
After the halfway point, the trail rose above the vegetation
and plunged into a side canyon. Austere beauty encircled
me—cliffs and rock formations here, a partly formed arch
there, all blazing with colour.
the end of the trail I found a little
shaded cove beneath a big arch.
Water dripped down a slit in the wall,
and http://nudenudist.com/tube/nudism/ understood that drip would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a small pool in the
Center of the cove. The shade and
Wetness cooled and refreshed me.
On my way back, a thunderstorm swept in.
The skies crackled with thunder and
lightning, and http://picsnudists.com/tube/beach/ funneled
through the canyon. I walked through
a narrow corridor with willow-like
trees thrashing on both sides of me. At
the trailhead, I lay with my naked
back against a flat,, sun-heated boulder
and cool 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 wanted to explore that was farther up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I decided to take a quick peek at that trail
The trail is called Fisher Towers. I had learned about it in a
book on hiking trails in Utah. It was assumed to be a gold
mine of astounding rock formations etched by the wind over
eons. The storm had subsided, but it had done its job and
cleared any other hikers out. Naked, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the place.
this would be an incredible hike.
I determined to walk up the trail—just a little to check it out—
Although I was starving and had left my water bottle in the
Automobile. But as I walked, increasingly more fascinating contours came
into view, enticing me to walk a little further, and a little further, and a little farther. . . .
The chief 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. There
One formation
looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes version of Mt.
Rushmore.
I had
never seen anything like it. As I hiked and admired the view, I
of naturism. I was also thinking about sharing the principles of
naturism with others.
before me that I cried out, “I ‘m seeing the hand of God!”
Instantaneously 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 had felt the Spirit of the Lord

before, but this was more intense than anything I Had experithe bishop changed to the policy on wearing garments. He
enced in my life.
And it went on. The burning engulfed me as I trekked on,
leaders about wearing garments night and day and read it to
It wouldn’t let up. Five
me.
minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty. The trail brought
vidual and the Lord.
Upward there was astounding. Before me stretched endless miles of
day and night, and thought to for the remainder of my life, but that
Reddish desert and exotic formations, and through it cut a path of
I believed naturist encounters 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 impossible
stretched across my view laterally, and then plunged away into
to wear garments when you are trying to be naked.. I told him I

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