Life But the uncertainties always vanished when I trekked To commune with nature in my natural state was such a transcendent

experience that doubt just melted away.
I discovered how "blind" I had been before, smothering virtually my whole organ of touch with clothing. Hiking clothed
was like hiking with my hands over my eyes and peeking
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 had never
touched me before. I could sense 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 convention of bare
hiking, and I wanted to check it out.
Went through a tall slot canyon with a perennial stream
running through it. Trees and vegetation filled the foundation, and
Moab's characteristic red stone towered above.
After http://onlinemanuals.txdot.gov/help/urlstatusgo.html?url=https://beachvoyeur.top , the trail rose above the vegetation
Austere attractiveness encircled
me---cliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch
there, all blazing with colour.
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 understood that trickle would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a little pool in the
Center of the cove. The shadiness and
Wetness cooled and refreshed me.
On my way back, a thunderstorm swept in.
The skies crackled with thunder and
lightning, and the wind funneled
through the canyon. I walked through
a narrow hallway with willow-like
trees thrashing on both sides of me. At
the trailhead, I lay with my nude
back against a flat,, sun-heated boulder
and chill the top of me. The sensation
was indescribable!
When the wind beginning pelting me
It was


lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more
trail I wanted to research that was further up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I decided to take a quick peek at that trail
The trail is called Fisher Towers. I'd learned about it in a
Publication on hiking trails in Utah. It was assumed to be a gold
eons. The storm had subsided, but it'd done its job and
cleared any other hikers out. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the area. Even at first glance I could tell
this would be an incredible hike.
I decided to walk up the trail---only a little to check it out---
car. But as I walked, increasingly more fascinating contours came
into view, enticing me to walk a little further, and a little further, and a little farther. . . .
The main 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
One formation
looked for all the world like a Planet of the Apes version 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 enriched by my embracing
of nudism. I was also considering sharing the principles of
naturism with others.
before me that I cried out, "I am seeing the hand of God!"
Instantly I was blasted with an indescribable power that
washed through my whole body. The burning drove me to my
knees and caused me to pray. I had 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.
And it went on. The burning engulfed me as I hiked on,
leaders about wearing garments night and day and read it to
step after step, minute after minute. It wouldn't let up. Five
me.
minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, thirty. The trail brought
vidual and the Lord.
Upward there was astounding. Before me stretched never-ending miles of
day and night, and thought to for the remainder of my life, but that
Reddish desert and exotic formations, and through it cut a path of
I believed naturist experiences were one of those times when
green on both sides of the river's blue ribbon. The river
the wearing of garments was impractical, since it is impossible
stretched across my view laterally, and then plunged away into
to wear garments when you are attempting to be nude.. I told him I