It’s been a while since my last post. I believe I planned to go to Collins Beach as a reward for hosting a family member.
I did not do that.
Instead, the family took our planned trip to Santa Cruz, CA, in late July. I have very fond memories of the week we spent at the rented house and not so fond memories of the two day drive to and from home base.
There’s a reason I live in Oregon now. Drive the 505 between Sacramento and San Francisco. The answer will come to you, I am sure.
Opportunities for nudity that week were more plentiful than I expected. The house we rented was in a dense neighborhood of bungalows, one short block from the beach, each house nestled snugly against its siblings, the occupants able to determine the intimate details of their peers with alarming ease. As such, I expected to be an indoor nudist that week but our house had been renovated with a second story with an outdoor deck. I had full run of the interior, both floors nude, but I was pleasantly surprised by the layout of the outdoor deck. So long as I didn’t stand up I could sit at the garden table there discreetly nude. I did this daily. At first, I was cautious and would stay covered to and from the table but as the week progressed, my boldness increased and by the end of the week, my attitude was very much one of fuck ‘em if they can’t take a penis.
Of course I was very cautious of my fair skin and always took my daily air bath late in the day, with the sun low on the horizon. but Wednesday was a day we decided to stay home bound so I seized the opportunity and spent a good three hours reading on the deck. I figured I was safe since I was under the shade of the umbrella the entire time and I sat with my back to the sun at all times. Despite my precautions, I felt hot and sweaty at dinner that night. My chest and part of my left leg were red. I had got sun burned.
But how? Both Sal and I were perplexed by this since we agreed I took all my usual precautions. The answer came to me the next day when I sat in my usual spot the next afternoon and looked up from my book. The deck is built on part of the old roof structure of the house. As such, one must walk up three short steps. One wall of the deck is the side of the house. That side has a small window. While I was certainly in the shade, I never noticed I was getting cooked from the side by the sun being reflected in that window!
August and September became a blur of activity. I started a huge project at work with a tight deadline and September had my birthday celebration in the middle of it, so I have very dim memories of that month in general. Any plans for social nudity or outdoor nudity fell by the wayside as life pushed me along in its slipstream.
It is now the first week of October and, despite an incredible Indian summer, the window of opportunity is closing fast. Hopefully, Autumn will enter the stage slowly with clear, crisp days and the next time I post will be a trip report to Collins or maybe of a nude hike in Gorge or the north end of Forest Park.