Next Evolution

So after discovering skinny dipping and hiking naked in the woods around the lake and time marched on, as many families experience upheaval in their lives, my parents divorced and my dad moved to Grand Junction, Colorado right before my fifteenth birthday. I decided I wanted to live with him, so when that school year ended, he came out in his covered pick up truck and we headed west. That summer, I discovered a really nice place to hike south of the Gunnison River in the foothills leading up to an area called Pinyon Mesa. For those who don't know, GJ got its name because of the confluence of Colorado's two largest rivers ... the Colorado and the Gunnison. There was a dam nearby, and it was shallow enough below the damn to cross over, but then I discovered a road that lead to the south side. Hiding my bike in a small gully, I could hike to the top of the cliff and head south into a very beautiful and private area. In the dozens of times I hiked this area, I only once saw someone on a dirt bike like a half mile away. So guess what I started doing once I was comfortable with the privacy? Yep, my shorts went into my day pack and I hiked naked.