Observed naked!

My wife was at a work conference in our neighboring state of Wyoming. During conference breaks people tend to form small groups to chit chat, usual banter, about departments agency etc, and what town do you live in. This is where it gets interesting, small world.

If you've never been to the Oasis 33, the driveway is off of the State highway, off of our driveway and a few hundred feet down is a paved turnout from the highway, it's frequented by truck drivers sleeping over, and travelers pulling in to relieve themselves or to take advantage of the cell signal since most of the highway is fairly spotty.

Back at the conference. During the lobby break conversations my wife had mentioned she was from the Bridger area, another woman was sort of chuckling and said you know a funny thing happened when I was traveling through Bridger to meet some friends for a camping trip, she said she had pulled over on a turnout to use her phone, she said that she had seen a man on the other side of the highway, he was completely naked climbing off and on of a piece of equipment and working on the fence. (I'm assuming this is probably when I was using the track loader to set the cattle guard in place). The woman went on to say that it seems strange, but it was really hot that day. She went on to say it was odd because she could see "everything", but the man wasn't making any attempt to conceal himself, she said the situation just seemed unusual and curious at the same time. The woman mentioned many times how hot it was that day, and said the guy was tan from head to toe, and barefoot. The woman seem to think the situation was both humorous and surprising. (From her location I would guess she had to be 4 to 500 ft away, I'm surprised she was able to see so much detail).

As she stood at the turnout, her curiosity boiled over to a lustful passion for the bronze naked man within her sprinting distance to his sculpted godlike physique, . (Okay, I made the passion part up, but who am I to guess what she was thinking).

The story gets even funnier, when the woman continued on her journey and met up with her fairly large camping group, she recounted the sighting of the naked man to her friends. Surprisingly, everybody and her group knew that there was a nude resort and the location she was talking about. (We intentionally don't have any signage, but in a small area word does get around). We had an added chuckle because one of the people in the women's camping group said there is a waiting list to get into the resort. (Which we found hysterical because of course there is no waiting list, I think the person must have been confusing the membership with a waiting list).

Having a story inadvertently circle back to us is really cool, and I'm glad that a textile person could encounter a nudist without being alarmed.

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