Nude Hiking in the Grand Canyon
I just posted this in the Nude Hikers group, but it probably is more relevant here. In 1963, Colin Fletcher hiked the Grand Canyon lengthwise from downstream to upstream. He came to the same conclusion Robyn Davidson did in her trek across the Australian Outback (the book Tracks). Naked is the way to go when it is hot out. What he expresses is a big reason why I am a naked hiker. Here is a quote -
"At lunchtime on the day beyond my five-gallon overhang, the breeze suddenly died. The heat clamped. All at once it occurred to me that in the privacy of the Canyon I could carry my thermostatic clothing system to its logical conclusion. And I promptly stripped to hat, socks, and boots.
Now, nakedness is a delightful condition. An it keeps you very pleasantly cool especially, I suppose, if you happen to be a man. But as I walked on eastward that afternoon through my private, segregated, Tonto world (exercising due care at first for previously protected sectors of my anatomy) I found I had gained more than coolness. I felt a quite unexpected sense of freedom from restraint. And after a while I found that I had moved on to a new kind of simplicity. A simplicity that had a fitting, Adam-like, in-the-beginning earliness about it.
The new simplicity was there, working, all that afternoon, and all through the days that followed.
Freed from the pressures of haste, the tyranny of film, and now the restraint of clothes, I found myself looking more closely at what went on around me. Not only at a network of white dikes that reached up and out into the black walls of the Inner Gorge, "
Colin Fletcher The Man Who Walked Through Time (1967)