Abandoned Quarry (Part 2)

Throughout the time I was at Fort Bragg and when time allowed, I would stop over at the quarry for either a quick skinny-dip, or to lie out in the sun nude. On my fourth trip there, returning to Bragg on a Monday from Cincinnati, I took the time to explore the area around the quarry, and to investigate the quarry itself more thoroughly. I never saw another human being, to include the time it took for me to park my car, climb over the gate, and climb the hill on the old gravel road that was overgrown with weeds. When I walked along the northern shore of the quarry, up on top of the cliff, I saw that the old gravel road dipped down slightly (this is past the junction of where it birddogged to the right) and curved to the left around a small hill. I decided to investigate what was over there, and keep in mind, that this was the first time I had ever walked nude in the open air where theoretically, one can be seen from a distance since I was past the wooded area, and I had not done this since I was a teenager in Colorado. In Colorado, I was on the Western Slope which is considered high dessert and very open and was comfortable with the fact that I was in a remote area void of human activity. This was not the case now. Here in Southern Virginia, I could be seen by a farmer or a family, and for all I knew, I might go around this curve and run into a home (with a different access than what I used to reach the quarry). But the road simply curved around and dead ended at a new section of the woods. I could see/hear the interstate from there, but it was a few miles away, and no one could see me even if they did look. The top area of the quarry was an open field, but the eastern edge had a long drop off to a farm, with a farmhouse in the distance. I returned to the "beach" of the quarry and started my next venture. Growing up on a lake, my parents had bought me a pretty decent mask, snorkel and fin set that we used in the lake's crystal clear waters, and although I had replaced my fins for a better set in college, the mask was still in good shape. I had brought them with me from where I kept them at my folk's house, and after donning everything, I slipped into the waters of the quarry and was so thrilled with even the IDEA of snorkeling naked, much less the actual feeling of being naked and snorkeling for the first time. If you have not done this in your life, I highly recommend it. What I saw was both thrilling but also a little bit of a disappointment. The water was crystal clear, just like the lake I grew up on in Indiana, but the features were rather bland. There was a dull grey silt on the bottom, and when I saw a submerged rock or boulder, they too were covered in this silt layer. It was very unexciting, unlike a seashore that would have kelp, rocks and all kinds of stuff to look at that had vibrant colors. What was exciting was the incredible amount of Bluegill that I saw. And these bluegill were freaking huge - no doubt due to the fact that this was an abandoned quarry, and no one had probably fished it in years if not decades - and I thoroughly enjoyed snorkeling the entire quarry and seeing all of the fish. I don't remember seeing any other species - no bass or catfish - but it was still fascinating to see. So over the years, to include the time I spent in Fayetteville after I left the army (I had gotten married to a local girl and divorced her after she had an affair), I would stop at my favorite peaceful and abandoned quarry for skinny dipping and nude tanning. I only took one lover there after my divorce since she wanted to try nude tanning and skinny dipping, but our time there was limited due to a storm. Read part 3 for the final, and disappointing news of this gem of a nude recreation spot.