I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I decided to explore the hills over the brand new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated just a couple of months earlier from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late creator, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had purchased 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 understand 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 provides hikers and nature lovers a brilliant method to enjoy the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This particular day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I thought. I had trekked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Ordinarily I’d wear tennis shoes plus a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). Today, nevertheless, I wanted to be adventurous. I liked to hike without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely naked! No tennis shoes, no towel, no baseball cap, no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I developed on my hike, I started to see the fog rolling in from the coast.
It was not long before I decided to turn around and head back. Perhaps half an hour or so after, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I ‘d was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I recognized I had been walking around in circles. I did not understand which way was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t locate the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to worry as the temperature often falls dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
What if I cant find my way back during day? I continued on the trail, now going in a direction I simply knew was wrong. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor perhaps. Afterward a house appeared out of the fog. I thought to myself, I have two choices. If I go down the hill to the house, the people there may call the authorities. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the choice to go down the hill toward the home.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man and a lady. I quit and I shouted you-who! As the man and girl looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not mad. My buddies let me hike naked on their property.
Then young nudist photos grinned. The girl said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the house. The guy simply looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel plus a t-shirt, 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. Then I asked which way was the road. The girl pointed and said, Its that manner.
I’ve frequently wondered what went through the mind of that girl. I guess she could have just as easily called the authorities as help me. On the other hand, living up in a distant part of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she has seen a lot of unexpected things and met lots of fascinating folks that have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I can only theorize what her variation of the encounter is when she tells http://kazyz.com about the day a nude man came down the hill toward their home and asked for a towel and directions. On the flip side, perhaps she did not believe it was unusual in any way. Ill never know.
If you ever see yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just stay calm, and remember, occasionally a large smile will cover a lot!