Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I've read a draft of an article by a local high school student on the subject of nudism and found it to be very positive. Look for the article in an upcoming issue of The Garfield Messenger. Members of the SLUGS were interviewed for the article.
When it does get posted I will cite it here.
Shades of Big Brother!
ACLU Action Alert
DNA Collection Bill HB 1382
Scribbled by Rick somewhere around 2/10/2009 10:59:00 AM
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Further west the Beckler River Road was unplowed. Some intrepid 4x4ers had breached the snow berm across the entrance but it was not something I was willing to try in my Civic. I headed into Skykomish for lunch at the Cascadia Inn and to mull over some ideas. After a great meal (as usual) I decided on checking out the Money Creek area . . . an area I haven't hiked in several years, and never in the winter.
Alas, though no cars came by while I was in a semi-state of undress (in a wintery month), as I was packing the last of my supplies in my backpack wouldn't you know it but a BNSF freight train slowly churns by on it's way the the Cascade Tunnel. I stood my ground, waved at the crew, took their picture, and then nonchalantly turned and strode off naked into the thick cover of the evergreens behind me. Bet they are still wondering about the sanity of the folk who live out in this area. Sometimes it just does the psyche good to say 'tough, I'm hiking nude' and let others deal with it. Besides, they would soon have other things more important on their minds and soon, many miles away. Meanwhile, I had a hike to get underway, a little cold weather acclimatization to suffer, and a some memory-jogging to recall the best cross-country route to take under these trees and intercept the switch-backing horse trail way up the slope.
There has been significant melt, refreeze and consolidation in the snowpack over the past two weeks. My weight is easily supported with some careful route-seeking. Meander . . . avoid the obvious washes for potential weak spots over creeks . . . stay to the higher ground. At least snowshoes are not required . . . yet!
As the sun dances with the western ridges on it's way to bed I reluctantly start to head back . . . before I lose too much light to find my own trail in. The afternoon has been great but by the time I get back to the car I know I'll have sore muscles later on. Still, it was worth it.