I decided to take advantage of the lull in the rainy weather and took the camper out in order to gt things ready for the summer season. Last year there were a number of issues and I had tried to resolve them over the winter but it would take an actual trip to make sure it was functional.
So late afternoon I arrived at the campground which is situated on top of one of the highest surrounding hills, although here they are referred to as mountains. The small campground has only about fifty sites, some of which offer privacy and others are butted against each other. Of the other campers there one had chosen the most remote and private site, the others were in close proximity. I later found out that they were friends who often traveled as a group. I wanted to meet the campers at the most secluded spot as the way the camper was positioned and site was set up seemed to be a page out of a stealth nude camping book that Jbee and I could co-author.
Things were pretty much st up when the ranger came by to fill out paperwork and collect fees. We endd up having a long pleasant conversation about the park, his duties, when the campground store and office would open. What I did learn was that the residence I passed on the only way into the campground was his and that he says he was a light sleeper. So any vehicle traffic late at night would rouse him. Then he added that with the group here now everyone seems to be in bed by 10PM which this time of year is usually his last round. In other words, after that time free range would be in order. And that night proved to be true as I sat outside drinking wine with cheese and crackers and true to form he made rounds as stated. I soon went in and watched the news, mostly for the weather forecast, and returned outside after, nude of course. I did sit under the awning for quite a while then decided to stroll about the area. Just as the ranger had stated the other campers were dark as if abandoned. Even the camper whom I wanted to meet presented the same way. Once I made the return to my abode it was well past one in the morning so I turned in for the night.
The next morning proved to be a perfect day, no clouds and high temperatures near 90F (35C) and humid for this time of year. It also brought out walkers and cyclists who seemed eager to exercise off those winter pounds, myself included. However, there were some repairs to be done, cleaning to do and water lines to be flushed. I did notice that all the vehicles were departing and even the small camper from the secluded spot left. Had I not been st up it would have been moving day. The rangers made their passes through a few times to see who left and if anyone had moved in but then things got extremely quiet as the temperatures rose to an almost uncomfortable degree, too much warmth too fast for most to acclimate to but I was comfortable by removing clothing down to a pair of tan through shorts. I then grabbed a water bottle and headed to a fire service road nearby for a walk, sans shorts. It was a guilty pleasure in a way, sure there was more to be done but nature was calling this naturist so I had to obey. After all, how often does this type of thing present itself? It was so quiet that I made it back to the camper still naked and sat outside to cool down. The others returned, waving as they drove by not knowing that I was sitting there nude or if they did nothing came of it. I did have to dress some for cooking over the campfire and the ranger did stop just to chat a bit. After supper I sat in the same spot just slipping on a running kilt to stoke or add wood to the fire. Same plan as the night before, after the news I went on another walk, only sandals to protect my feet from the warm asphalt and gravel. It was a little warmer night so I stopped at the shower house on the way back to rinse off the daily sweat and air dried on the way back. Overall I could not believe my luck!
So with everything in working order and severe storms predicted for that afternoon I decided to pack it up and call it a success! Usually I plan these trips with the thought of some free range time in mind but this was a working trip so to speak and well things just happen. I did make it home before the storms hit, much to the relief of Mrs. Walker. So that night over a dinner of salmon, green beans and noodles we toasted the events with a bottle of wine and look toward our summer adventures!