This last week has been kinda weird, kinda different.
For one, DF's brother was in town and we took him on several hikes...WITH Clothes on!!!
I hadn't been hiking with clothes on in years. It was weird. I definitely turned to DF and told her how much better it would be to not be sweating under the clothing going up Miller Canyon in the Huachuca Mtns. We saw no one, nada. It was however handy where the scratchy vegetation began to cover over the trail and then shorts didn't seen enough with the holly-like leaves on the bushes. We may need coverings for a few stretches up there when we naked backpack more extensively.
Then there were the climbs up Mt. Bigalow and Kellogg, where the windchill at 9000 plus feet was cutting through us. Later I put on a windbreaker over a t-shirt to handle a well shaded other trail. I was reminded that nude hiking is affected by seasons and elevation and this was the alternative. The others were commenting on the cold. I also might have had a different experience, if I had started nude.
One day, as I sat in my living room writing, I heard voices through the open window. Soon, here was Bailey peaking in, her nose to screen, "Are ya home?" She stopped by with my neighbor, whom she was visiting. "Do I need to find some pants?" "Not for me." "I don't care." So, I received my guests in the realm of a more perfect world. They stuck around about an hour, but you know, every so often, I would feel uncomfortable being the only nude in the room. When one was curious about an exercise machine on the floor, I might have explained it better by demonstrating, but the position would have made me feel exposed. When they both sat on either side of me on the couch so as to see something on the computer, I put the remote keyboard over my crotch to feel more comfortable.
A couple of weeks before, I had an uncomfortable sense for a few moments, after working nude aside a woman friend for several hours, we came in to have a late lunch and she got dressed. For a moment, in the middle of lunch, getting up to get something for us in the kitchen, I felt naked, even though she showed no reaction that anything was in disarray.
Apparently, I still have hangups surfacing, when I'm the only one nude. I may not be the person who would stay comfortable in the more perfect clothing optional world without other nudes around.
Oh well,
Jbee