I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I made the decision to learn more about the hills above the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated merely a couple of months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late creator, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had purchased 27 acres of largely undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail supplies hikers and nature lovers a brilliant solution to enjoy the area’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I thought. I’d hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Normally I’d wear tennis shoes as well as a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, yet, I needed to be daring. I needed to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be completely naked! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I progressed on my hike, I began to see the fog rolling in from the coast. It wasn’t long before I chose to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I had was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I recognized I was walking around in circles. I did not know which way was West (the ocean) and I could not find the Elysium Property. I also started to stress since the temperature frequently drops drastically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during daytime? I continued on the trail, now going in a way I simply knew was wrong. After another hour or so, http://nudist-photo.com heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor perhaps. Then a house appeared out of the fog. I thought to myself, I have two selections. If I go down the hill to the house, the folks there may call the authorities. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the decision to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man and a woman. I ceased and I yelled you-who!
As the man and woman looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not insane. My friends allow me to hike naked on their property.
Then I smiled. The woman said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the house. The guy just looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel and a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the girl as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t shirt. I then inquired which way was the road. The woman pointed and said, Its that manner.
young nudists video ‘ve frequently wondered what went through the head of that girl. I guess she could have just as easily called the cops as help me. On the other hand, living up in a distant section of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill bet she has seen plenty of odd things and met lots of fascinating people who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only speculate what her variation of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a naked guy came down the hill toward their home and asked for a towel and directions. On the other hand, maybe she did not believe it was uncommon whatsoever. Ill never know.
So if you ever see yourself naked and lost in the mountains, just stay calm, and remember, sometimes a huge smile will cover a lot!