I Got Lost Hiking Naked in the Santa Monica Mountains
Guest blog by SCNA member: Rod Williams
Attention all naturists! When you go hiking, always bring a compass…and a towel! I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring a few years ago and I decided to explore the hills above a nudist park in Southern California, whose name I prefer to leave out of my tale.
The park was adjacent to what hikers know as “The Backbone Trail,” a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the entire state along the crest of the mountains near Los Angeles with a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean for much of its length. The popular trail provides hikers and nature lovers a magnificent way to enjoy the area’s flora and fauna in its natural state. On this particular day, the recent rains of winter had turned the landscape into vibrant shades of green, and the scent of mustard weed and wild lilac filled the nostrils with a wonderful aroma. At the rear of the nudist park there roared a seasonal 50 foot waterfall you could hear from half a mile away. Altogether, it was a scene that beckoned me to take a long walk through this undeveloped and uninhabited land wearing only my tennis shoes and a smile. No towel.
The owners of the park had placed a sign on the trail at their property line so that hikers would know when they should be more cautious about hiking nude, but on this particular day either the sign was down, or I missed it. In any case I walked far beyond where I should have gone, and soon realized I had become disoriented and did not know which way to return to home base.
So I did the next best thing. I kept walking in hopes of finding something familiar. But I only succeeded in getting farther away from where I should have been. I wasn’t worried. It was mid-day, the sun was out, and in typical male fashion, I knew where I was going.
After going a few more miles I saw a house in the distance, on a hill. Now I realized I was going the wrong way. But which was the right way? Only one thing to do: ask for directions. So I went up to the door and knocked.
Anyone who has been nude for a long period of time knows that you tend to forget about your state of undress. Being without clothes feels perfectly natural and so as the young woman answered the door I totally forgot about what she was about to see.
I smiled and said I was lost and could she point me in the right direction?
The woman didn’t say a word at first, she left the doorway for a minute, returned with a pair of what I assumed were her husband’s shorts, and pointed toward the south. “It’s that way” is all she said and quickly closed the door.
It was then that I realized my real problem: lost AND nude! I said thanks and put on the shorts. “Keep ‘em!” I heard her say through the door. I walked in the direction indicated and about an hour later I was safely at the resort with a great story.
I have often wondered what went through the mind of that woman who answered the door. I suppose she could have just as easily called the police as help me. On the other hand, living up in a remote part of the mountains, I’ll bet she has seen a lot of strange things and met a lot of interesting people that have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only speculate what her version of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day the nude man wearing just a smile knocked on her door and asked for directions. On the other hand, maybe she didn’t think it was unusual at all. I’ll never know.
So if you ever find yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just stay calm, and remember, sometimes a big smile will cover a lot!
About SCNA: The Southern California Naturist Association (SCNA) is a 501(c) non-profit member-run corporation open to naturists of all ages, sexual preferences, and marital statuses. The club hosts swim parties, nude beach days, nude hikes, naked bowling, nude art exhibits, naked comedy nights, etc., servicing the needs of naturist in the greater Los Angeles area since 2002. For further information, see www.socalnaturist.org.