My First Nude Hike
Since posting about my first nude hike I remembered an earlier hike. It happened near a secluded beach in Florida, shared with a popular, beautiful textile beach. The nude portion was way beyond the clothed beach and not widely known as frequented by nudists.
The two easiest ways to get to the nude portion was either walking along the beach from the clothed section or walking from the regular parking lot, parallel to the beach, on the dirt path fire access road. I usually walked the fire road since it was an easier walk than on the beach sand. Another benefit of the fire road was once you rounded a bend you were no longer visible to anyone in the parking lot, only to those further down the road. This was not a road frequented by many people, usually only other nudists visiting the beach. Often, after rounding the bend, I would remove my shorts and walk naked the rest of the way.
One time though, while nude, I saw a clothed couple walking towards me, after they had rounded another bend up ahead. They were not dressed like they were coming from the nude beach. They looked like tourists from the Midwest, with inappropriate clothing for the beach. I was in a quandary as what to do. They were 100 yards or so away, they looked to be about 30 years old, and they could clearly see I was naked. It seemed if I put on my shorts I would be admitting I was guilty of something. At the same time, they were walking only a short distance away from other nude people. Maybe they had already seen them.
I decided to remain nude and pretend it was normal. As we passed each other, one of them made a snide comment to the other about what they had just witnessed. I wonder, after some contemplation, if that encounter opened either of their minds to understand a nude human enjoying nature, is nature in its essence.
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