Yea Bob, my strolls out to HAv-a-rock can't be barefoot, but I don't carry water or camera, just bare me most of the time. It isn't very far, but it is free. Now that the rattlers are asleep and the winterization of the desert has thinned things out, I'll be able to wander cross country, without a trail on these short jaunts. That big rock will be seeing my bare butt a lot on those sunny days with little breeze to chill me.
The silence and regular immersion into nature are are significant practice in my spiritual well-being. Being in the moment, only, is deep in my regime toward spiritual goals and progress; I can call it religious. Barefoot all over in nature teaches in infinite ways.
We get naked and hike and backpack to a more isolated place. Then, we get barefoot all over. The barefoot difference is wonderful and significantly a deeper understanding. We wander anywhere from a few hundred feet of perimeter, to further, depending on circumstance. Last summer in the white Mountains, barefoot at and from our car/tent camp was liberating and amazing experience. Whenever possible, we take off our shoes. Whenever possible, we stash the rest away. Sometimes we go until we get a bit thirsty. It is compelling to get further and further away, to sense further and further immersion.
That is one of the biggest draws to Redington Pass. The ability to be barefoot all over on those fun rock formations; to climb and be aware of the body as it moves and adjusts, as is its nature.
Jbee
