While working in Shreveport, LA., I lived in a lake cottage on Caddo Lake across the street from the Caddo Lake National Wildlife Refuge.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caddo_Lake_National_Wildlife_RefugeThis abandoned armory was the site of Reagan's nuclear disarmament. They actually diffused nuclear weapons at this facility. More recently it was established as a National Wildlife Refuge with continuing efforts to clean up the radiation and other pollutants, clearing timber and establishing trails for visitors. There are paved and unpaved roads through out the 8,000+ acres and trails that lead deeper into the forest. I often hiked and biked clothes free throughout the property, rarely encountering others. I generally started out in a pair of shorts and packed them away as soon as I entered the park. I encountered a lot of various wildlife, including a crocodile.
I was biking through a particularly narrow trail when I hit a fallen branch and was launched over the handlebars. That caused a hematoma within my left knee. I thought I could rest and the pain would ebb, but the longer I rested the worse it became. I ended up pedaling one footed and nude back to my cottage. By late evening, I was convinced that I needed to go to the ER. My landlord, the only one nearby that would come to my aid, had imbibed a bit too much to drive me. So, I drove myself to the ER.
After 3 hours at the ER, they gave me Tylenol and said that time would solve the hematoma and they could not give me anything stronger because I was going to drive myself home. In the end they gave me a prescription to fill in the morning and a Tylenol - Codeine to take when I got home.
Anyway, I miss those days when I could simply cross the street to explore on bike or foot, completely clothes free for hours. I have participated in 5 - 6 WNBRs in Austin and Houston. Those are always fun.
I also was able to slip out of my shorts while paddling around Caddo Lake, sometimes stopping at a bank and hiking into the forest without worry about what I was (not)wearing or the possibility of offending others.
Another quick story: My landlord had a pontoon boat, named the Shanty, that he'd built a cedar shack on top of. It was decked out in Spanish moss, alligator skulls and turtle shells. I helped him get the engine running and took it out for a test run, he didn't come with me. I stopped for a quick swim across the lake and was air drying on the return trip, with the fore and aft doors open and me enjoying the cross breeze. Of course, the Shanty was well known among the lake community. A bass boat had sped up behind me thinking that owner, my landlord, was at the helm. I didn't notice them until they were in my wake, immediately off my stern. The neighbors were obviously humored by the sight of my bare ass airing out in the breeze, and quickly back off and away. My landlord has waiting for me at the boathouse. He was not happy. He already knew about my clothesfree compulsion, so wasn't completely surprised. We remain friends.
Pardon my rambling post, I hope you enjoyed the read.
~Safebare