Focus all nudists! When you go hiking, consistently bring a compassand a towel!

It was late spring in 2001 and I decided to investigate the hills above the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated just a few months earlier 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 know 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 spectacular strategy to enjoy the area’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 believed. I’d hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Generally I 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 needed to be daring. I needed to trek without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely bare! Nothing but the trail and me.
As I progressed on my hike, I started to notice the fog rolling in from the shore. It wasn’t long before I made a decision to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so later, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I had been walking around in circles. I did not know which way was West (the ocean) and I could not find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress since the temperature frequently falls drastically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during daytime? I continued on the trail, now going in a way I just knew was erroneous. After another hour or so, beach fucking heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor perhaps. Then a house seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I got two picks. If I go down the hill to the house, the folks there may telephone law enforcement. I made the decision to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man plus a lady. I ceased and I shouted you-who! As the man and woman looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I am not insane. My buddies let me hike nude on their property.
Then I smiled. The girl said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the house. The man just looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the woman 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 asked which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that manner.
I have often wondered what went through the mind of that woman. I assume she could have just as easily called the authorities as help me. On the flip side, living up in a distant portion of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she’s seen a lot of unexpected things and met lots of interesting folks who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. On the other hand, perhaps she didn’t think it was uncommon at all. Ill never understand.
So if you ever find yourself naked and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, occasionally a huge grin will cover a lot!