experience that uncertainty simply melted away.
I discovered how "blind" I was before, smothering almost my whole organ of touch with garments. Hiking clothed
was like hiking 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 had never
touched me before. https://s3.amazonaws.com/n-naturist/index.html could sense the tiniest changes in temperature. The connection I felt with nature was palpable.
https://s3.amazonaws.com/n-naturist/beach-sex.html had learned about
a trail called Negro Bill Canyon that had a convention of nude

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 the halfway stage, the trail rose above the plant life
and plunged into a side canyon. Austere beauty encircled
me---cliffs and rock formations here, a partially formed arch
there, all blazing with colour.
The sun beat down on me, but at
the end of the trail I found a little
shaded cove beneath a big arch.
Water trickled down a slit in the wall,
and I understood that drip would become
a waterfall during a rainstorm. The
water formed a small pool in the
Centre of the cove. The shade 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 let the wind and raindrops pelt
and chill the top of me. The sensation
was indescribable!
When the wind starting pelting me
It was


lunchtime by then, and I was starving. But there was one more
trail I wanted to research that was farther up the highway from
Negro Bill Canyon. I decided to take a quick peek at that trail
I had learned about it in a
Publication on hiking trails in Utah. It was supposed to be a gold
eons. The storm had subsided, but it had done its job and
cleared any other hikers outside. Nude, I stepped out of my vehicle and examined the area. Even at first glance I could tell
this would be an unbelievable hike.
I determined to walk up the trail---just a little to check it out---
Automobile. But as I walked, more and more fascinating shapes came
into view, enticing me to walk a little further, and a little farther, and a little farther. . . .
https://s3.amazonaws.com/n-naturist/nude-beach-girls.html came into view, and they were breathtaking. Tall towers that looked like cathedrals and grotesque
statues direct 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.
I had
never seen anything like it. As I trekked and admired the view, I
of naturism. I was also thinking about sharing the principles of
Nudism with others.
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 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,
It wouldn't let up. Five
me. I pointed out the sentence in that statement that says that
The trail brought
how one wears the garment is a decision between the indime higher above the Colorado River valley, and the view from
vidual and the Lord. I told him that I did wear my garments
up there was astounding. Before me stretched never-ending miles of
day and night, and intended to for the remainder of my life, but that
red desert and exotic formations, and through it cut a path of
I considered naturist experiences were one of those times when
green on either side of the river's blue ribbon. The river
the wearing of garments was impractical, since it is hopeless
stretched across my view laterally, and then plunged away into
to wear garments when you're attempting to be naked.. I told him I