A scary walk

I am certain there are more people around who like going for nude hikes. It's among the best naked experience, at least for me.

Years ago, when there were still real winters, I sometimes decided to go out for nude hikes in the snow. At first a bit hesitant (it would be cold), but after some test runs (walks) I noticed that cold was very relative, and staying among the trees in a forest was a good way to stay out of the wind for a good deal.

Wind is a factor that chases up the chill, so keeping that away was smart.

I did several walks near here, short ones at first, longer ones later, because no one in their right mind would go out into the cold, apart from walking the dog. And I know where the dog walkers go, so I didn't go there. Makes all the sense for me.

One fine afternoon I had some extra time so I made my way to a spot I hadn't visited for a while. That had to be okay, though. There was no parking area anywhere, but I knew that leaving the car next to the road was perfectly fine.

I went into the forest for a few minutes, took things off and loaded them into a small backpack, and kept going. The walk was great and not cold at all, and I walked much longer than I had expected.

Running into two bundled up people was also quite unexpected, but that proved to be no problem at all, although they probably wondered about the naked idiot out in the winter.

Then it was time to go home. I sort of knew where the road was, so I headed over there, going with the feeling that I wasn't that far from the car.

Which proved to be wrong.

I got to the road just fine, but there was no parked car. There was one passing by, which made me worry for a moment, but the driver either didn't notice me or didn't care.

I returned to the forest and backtracked along the road for a while, occasionally getting out to the road to look for my car. As it was getting seriously dark and colder.

It took me a bit over half an hour to find my car again, and by that time I was seriously worried about having strayed too far. Mind you, this is about 25 years ago; there were no phones smart enough to connect to map services online and all that modern jazz.

It was only when I sat down in the car that I remembered I had clothes with me. I put them on. They were terribly cold, hardly surprising after what must have been 3 hours out in the cold, stashed in a backpack.

It took me a long time to try a naked winter walk again after that experience.

And now I wonder what your scariest nude walk/hike ever was, if you have such an experience.