We are having a span of unusually high temps. My idea of perfect, 80F's. Friday, I was out clearing out debris and loose straw for the new sweat/sauna, nude work all day, good exercise and dreams of new creation. I got just about to sunburn, a nice rose, but a firm base coat under it. Drove to DF's place in town to prepare for Valentine's Day weekend. There was a benefit and an old high school/college buddy that I haven't seen for 35 years was in town, Sunday, so we decided to make Valentine's major celebration on Saturday. Anyway, I arrived naked with flowers in hand Friday night.
Saturday we got out of bed slowly and headed to Mira Vista Resort for the Day. We lounged by the pool, swam, conversed in the huge conversing Jacuzzi and played with the equipment in the weight room during the day. At sunset, we sat on a platform, watching the moon and clouds re-color as we ate a raw food dinner. There was a Valentine's Day dance there that evening. DF put on a red translucent scarf on her waist and I a hat, we slid into happy hour. The place filled up, The DJ commenced about eight-ish and we were surrounded by a standing room only crowd. It was bizarre to us. Here were over one hundred people. They were mostly plus 35 wearing sexy things and dancing their stuff. Just a few nude. A typical aunt Mildred and Uncle Bert out of her apron and he his jeans, but instead sporting revealing tease clothes that were fit only for up to five minutes in the bedroom. Well, we had fun. We like to dance. There was much fun going on and quite a sight to watch. We eventually retired to the smaller hotter jaccuzzi for quiet relaxation and an early start in the morning. When we got out of the relaxing bubbles, we heard many voices. Inspection, found over 25 people in the conversation pool and another 25+ still in the bar in revelry. The place jams.
Heading to Tortolita for the evening to meet my next door neighbor for a hike. They wanted to know the petroglyphs and hadn't been able to find them. They said that our nude hiking would be no problem. She had spent a couple of days with us nude at a party in Safford and he was okay with it, she said.
Our trek was two hours march to the ancient remnant. DF dropped top, then me pants on the way. I had had much sun the previous two days and my skin needed a rest. I kept a shirt on. When we arrived at the ancient carvings, DF and I stripped completely to enjoy the surfaces of the rock formations and have a nice lunch.
We went back another way. According to my friends GPS, we had a nine mile hike, through the rough terrain. We stretched and lay on bed for an hour upon return.
From there, a drive to the sweat for yet another benefit/fundraiser. Our muscles appreciated the heat and sweating. We sang and drummed. A didgeridoo played for a while. We were just too late for the first band and had to leave just before the second band to go visit mt ol' friend.
The feel of that warm sun on my bod is so wonderful. Having on pants for the ascent, I was amazed at the difference of flex and movement, when I took them off. I hadn't been hiking in pants in years, but the difference was apparent in moments. The breeze was a big plus in the warm afternoon's excursion and our clothed friends were hit by the heat obviously in comparison. Clothes are obsessive.
He told me on the way back down, that he had had trouble at the health club where he works out. Some guy had complained about him being nude, sitting on a towel in the sauna and gone to management. The next week there was a sign requiring "appropriate clothing." He said that nude was appropriate. "People were weird." So, we continued on into the topic of nudity, with the girls lagging behind on the trail. I suspect that changes are coming with those two. They have been living nude about the house, she said.
Jbee
