Thinking back about memorable freehikes, I guess my first memory is of my
first freehike.
I had naked experiences since a child, but they always
left me feeling guilty. When I was 52
years old, I discovered naturism on the Internet through a Mormon-related
naturist group, and realized for the first time that naturism could be okay. In fact, it could solve issues I had since a
youth. So I decided to take a freehike.
I drove a few minutes to the mouth of Parowan canyon,
found a dirt road that led to nowhere, got out of the truck, stripped, left my
clothes on a rock at the bottom of a small valley, and hiked up and down
nude. It was a short freehike, but the
world changed for me. I knew I would
never be the same.
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