Dirty Naked Hippie

Steven Robert Allen
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The wife, the dog and I headed up to the Jemez last weekend to soak our worries away in the McCauley Warm Springs. I'm not exactly the type of guy who's completely at home prancing around butt naked in the middle of Mother Nature, but I know from experience that you've usually got to strip down to the way God made you if you want to take a dip in any of the natural springs in the Jemez. It's just the way it is. I've done it plenty of times in the past, and despite some lingering discomfort with the idea, I was fully prepared to bare myself for the big event

Oddly, though, when we arrived at the pristine lukewarm springs, there were lots of people around, but not a single filthy naked hippie in sight. What was going on here? Every soaker in the three main pools wore a bona fide bathing suit.

My wife was savvy enough to bring her bikini. Thankfully, I wear boxers. We took our dip, and it was almost as good as ever. Almost. I've got to admit that even though no sight could be less appetizing to me than an old naked hippie in the woods, the experience lacked a little something.

I suddenly realized that it's nice to be naked sometimes. Actually, I think I secretly like to be naked. Am I some kind of sicko? Or is Mr. Schrader on to something?

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