I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I chose to learn more about the hills over the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated only a few months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late founder, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of mostly 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 magnificent solution to enjoy the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This kind of 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. Ordinarily http://xelyd.com would wear tennis shoes plus a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). These days, yet, I wanted to be daring. I needed to hike without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely bare! No tennis shoes, no towel, http://nudistszone.com , 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. Maybe half an hour or so after, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I had was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I was walking around in circles.
I didn’t understand which way was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress since the temperature often falls dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
Imagine if I cant find my way back during daylight? I continued on the trail, now going in a direction I simply knew was wrong. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor possibly. Subsequently a house seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I have two choices. If I go down the hill to the home, the people there may phone the authorities. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the choice to go down the hill toward the house.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man along with a woman. I stopped and I shouted you-who! As the man and girl looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not mad. My friends allow me to trek bare on their property.
Then I smiled. The woman said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the home. The man only looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel plus a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the woman 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 way.
I’ve often wondered what went through the head of that woman. I suppose she could have just as easily called the police as help me. On the other hand, living up in a distant portion of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she has seen a lot of strange things and met lots of interesting individuals who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I am only able to suppose what her version of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a bare guy came down the hill toward their house and asked for a towel and directions. On the other hand, perhaps she didn’t think it was unusual in any way. Ill never know.
So if you ever find yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, occasionally a huge grin will cover a lot!