no, it was summer, in the 20's in the day, the bar on the campsite had a log burner if it got chilly at night, had a good sleeping bag, it was fine, did have a bit of rain but love to be naked in the rain, feels so exhilerating, , skin feels so soft afterwards, much better for you than the shit that comes out of the taps full of limescale and flouride and god knows what else!!!
Another thought. 200 miles is a 3 hour+ drive. Did you do it without a bathroom break?
I would say 2 miles. I was walking down a state park greenway. I walked it till I came to a road that crossed over it and turned around and walked back. It had several curves in it so I never knew if I was going to see anyone around the curves.
When I lived in northern California, I had a favorite beach that was used by both clothed and unclothed. It's Laguna Creek Beach, north of Santa Cruz. The clothing optional set generally stays at the far north end of the beach, but I used to walk the entire distance south, at least a mile or mile and a half, with absolutely NOTHING on. That makes the round trip 2 to 3 miles. Walking past clothed people never bothered me, since anyone who uses this beach knows there will be naked people about. So peaceful, walking in the soft sand. Feels so good to be naked. I don't live near the ocean anymore, but I truly miss it.
I pushed myself this year. I was in Hilton Head SC a strictly textile beach no nudity posted on all the signage. Around 10pm I wanted a walk on the beach, a beautiful balmy late fall night about 70 degrees. It was a new moon. The town doesn't allow lights on the beach to protect nesting turtles. The only light from the offshore fishing boats. So as soon as I hit the shadows, I dropped my shirt, shorts and flip-flops behind the beach chair lockers and walked north down the beach for about 3 miles past one hotel and private residences. I passed a couple of people who were far enough away as they could not tell I was nude, if they even saw me. Then on my return I walked past my my hotel and the three next to it south down the beach. Finally getting a bit tired, I walked back to my hotel, grabbed my clothes and figured what the hell why ruin this perfect experience. Walking along the fence quietly up to the gate, I checked all the balconies, saw no one, noticed the security guard was at the other end of the building and so I walked back to the hotel carrying my clothes, walked up the three flights of stairs under the security lights to my room. Slipping on my shorts, so I wouldn't get a lecture from my non-nudist wife before walking back inside, I went in an immediately dropped them under her scrutiny. All in all a great experience.
Had to think about this one. It was way back in the late 1980s, and the exact distance is unknown. But I once went driving in the back country without my pants on during a warm summer evening. I found a spot to pull off the road out of sight to lay in nature listening to the crickets and other night crawlers. I got back in my truck and after many miles. I realized I lost my pants! Lucky for me, I wore a t-shirt and a long-sleeved flannel. I split the sleeves of the t-shirt so I could fit my legs into the holes and draw the shirt up to my private area. With the shirt as far up as it could go, I tied the flannel arms around my waist to obscure the hole where the head fits through the t-shirt. The flannel arms dangled in front to also help hide the opening in the t-shirt. I always kept a handful of t-shirts in my truck for work. So, I put another one on and made it back home undetected.
Playa Vera here is a nudist beach resort/village. Ill leave my clothes in the car and wander in just flip flops for the day. Take a beer and lunch and a cafe . Chat to friends if I see anyone.
In a non/semi non nudist environment Ill wander through the hills beachside for 2 or 3 miles .
I once hopped in my truck at 3am without any clothes, shoes, or any way to cover up. I drove about a mile and a half from the house and turned around and drove back. It seemed risky at the time, but since it was so early in the morning it was not nearly as daring as many of the posts on this thread.
Id regularly leave my clothes in my car when the Red, White & Blue beach was still around near Davenport, CA. My wife and I would walk to the far end of the beach. It was about a mile or less. More recently I had a day at home alone in the summer. An old logging road traversed the property we owned and I chose to walk it wearing shoes, a watch, and carrying a water bottle. The adjacent lots to ours were 20 to 50 acres each and at least the first three I knew were empty. The road was overgrown in spots and I made my way through pushing aside the brush and climbing over fallen trees. I walked for about an hour and a half before I heard voices below the trail I was on. I made my way off the trail and spotted a driveway and a garage a hundred yards away. I couldnt hear the voices anymore but I chose to turn back then. I later measured the hike as being just under three miles using Google maps.
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