experience that uncertainty simply melted away.
I discovered how "blind" I had been before, smothering practically my entire organ of touch with garments. Hiking clothed
was like trekking with my hands over my eyes and glancing
through small slits between my fingers.
Feeling nature on every square inch of my body was exquisite. I craved the touch of the wind where it'd never
touched me before. I could feel the smallest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable.
One summer I took a trip to Moab, Utah. I'd learned about
a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a custom of bare
hiking, and I needed to check it out. The first half of the trail
extended through a tall slot canyon with a perennial stream
running through it. Trees and vegetation filled the base, and
Moab's characteristic reddish stone towered above.
After the halfway stage, the trail rose above the plant life
and plunged into a side canyon. Austere attractiveness encircled
me---cliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch
there, all blazing with color.
The sun beat down on me, but at
the end of the trail I found a small
shaded cove beneath a big arch.
Water dribbled down a slit in the wall,
and I knew that trickle would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a small pool in the
middle of the cove. The shade and
moisture cooled and refreshed me.
On my way back, a storm swept in.
The skies crackled with thunder and
lightning, and the wind funneled
through the canyon. I walked through
a narrow corridor with willow-like
trees thrashing on either side of me. At
the trailhead, I lay with my nude
back against a flat,, sun-heated boulder
and let the wind and raindrops pelt
and chill the top of me. The sense
was indescribable!
When the wind beginning pelting me
with sand, I ran for my vehicle. It was
lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more
trail I wanted to investigate that was further up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I determined to take a quick peek at that trail
before driving into town for lunch.
The trail is called Fisher Towers. I had learned about it in a
Novel on hiking trails in Utah. It was supposed to be a gold
mine of astounding rock formations etched by the wind over
eons. The storm had subsided, but it'd done its job and
cleared any other hikers outside. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the place. Even at first glance I could tell
this would be an unbelievable hike.
I decided to walk up the trail---only a little to check it out---
even though I was starving and had left my water bottle in the
Automobile. But as I walked, more and more fascinating contours came
into view, enticing me to walk a little farther, and a little farther, and a little farther. . . .
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The primary formations came into view, and they were breathless. Tall towers that looked like cathedrals and monstrous
statues straight out of Lord of the Rings loomed above me. There
was an eagle head, a gargoyle, titanic sundials. One formation
looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes variant of Mt.
Rushmore.
Amazement is the only word I can use to describe my feelings. I had
never seen anything like it. As I hiked and admired the view, I
meditated on the exquisite beauty of nature, on the deep connectedness I felt to God's creations accentuated by my embracing
of naturism. I was also thinking about sharing the principles of
http://picsnudism.com/topic/tpc-elise-voyeurweb.php with others.
At one point, I became so overwhelmed with the panorama
before me that I cried out, "I am seeing the hand of God!"
Instantaneously I was blasted with an indescribable power that
washed through my entire body. The burning drove me to my
knees and caused me to pray. I 'd felt the Spirit of the Lord
before, but this was more extreme than anything I Had experithe bishop switched to the policy on wearing garments. He
enced in my life.
pulled out the statement the First Presidency had sent to local
And it went on. The burning engulfed me as I trek
I discovered how "blind" I had been before, smothering practically my entire organ of touch with garments. Hiking clothed
was like trekking with my hands over my eyes and glancing
through small slits between my fingers.
Feeling nature on every square inch of my body was exquisite. I craved the touch of the wind where it'd never
touched me before. I could feel the smallest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable.
One summer I took a trip to Moab, Utah. I'd learned about
a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a custom of bare
hiking, and I needed to check it out. The first half of the trail
extended through a tall slot canyon with a perennial stream
running through it. Trees and vegetation filled the base, and
Moab's characteristic reddish stone towered above.
After the halfway stage, the trail rose above the plant life
and plunged into a side canyon. Austere attractiveness encircled
me---cliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch
there, all blazing with color.
The sun beat down on me, but at
the end of the trail I found a small
shaded cove beneath a big arch.
Water dribbled down a slit in the wall,
and I knew that trickle would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a small pool in the
middle of the cove. The shade and
moisture cooled and refreshed me.
On my way back, a storm swept in.
The skies crackled with thunder and
lightning, and the wind funneled
through the canyon. I walked through
a narrow corridor with willow-like
trees thrashing on either side of me. At
the trailhead, I lay with my nude
back against a flat,, sun-heated boulder
and let the wind and raindrops pelt
and chill the top of me. The sense
was indescribable!
When the wind beginning pelting me
with sand, I ran for my vehicle. It was
lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more
trail I wanted to investigate that was further up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I determined to take a quick peek at that trail
before driving into town for lunch.
The trail is called Fisher Towers. I had learned about it in a
Novel on hiking trails in Utah. It was supposed to be a gold
mine of astounding rock formations etched by the wind over
eons. The storm had subsided, but it'd done its job and
cleared any other hikers outside. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the place. Even at first glance I could tell
this would be an unbelievable hike.
I decided to walk up the trail---only a little to check it out---
even though I was starving and had left my water bottle in the
Automobile. But as I walked, more and more fascinating contours came
into view, enticing me to walk a little farther, and a little farther, and a little farther. . . .
The primary formations came into view, and they were breathless. Tall towers that looked like cathedrals and monstrous
statues straight out of Lord of the Rings loomed above me. There
was an eagle head, a gargoyle, titanic sundials. One formation
looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes variant of Mt.
Rushmore.
Amazement is the only word I can use to describe my feelings. I had
never seen anything like it. As I hiked and admired the view, I
meditated on the exquisite beauty of nature, on the deep connectedness I felt to God's creations accentuated by my embracing
of naturism. I was also thinking about sharing the principles of
http://picsnudism.com/topic/tpc-elise-voyeurweb.php with others.
At one point, I became so overwhelmed with the panorama
before me that I cried out, "I am seeing the hand of God!"
Instantaneously I was blasted with an indescribable power that
washed through my entire body. The burning drove me to my
knees and caused me to pray. I 'd felt the Spirit of the Lord
before, but this was more extreme than anything I Had experithe bishop switched to the policy on wearing garments. He
enced in my life.
pulled out the statement the First Presidency had sent to local
And it went on. The burning engulfed me as I trek