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Mad-max:
It's hike naked day!  It is always on the summer solstice
There ya go boomer.  Get out there and frolic with the witches.
First we heard of this was 1982 on our first anniversity.  First dude we awkwardly passed giving him a wide berth.  But we ran into more..andore.
Kelly was a little shocky.
We don't hike today anymore

boomer:
Mot sure that's a good idea today or any day. I don't know much about witches, although years ago one coworker claimed to be one, but it would likely be traumatic for the game. Might look good on some folks however.

The whole Wiccan thing will have to get along without me.

If you decide to hike today don't forget a trip report.

Moe M.:

--- Quote from: boomer on June 21, 2022, 04:00:04 PM ---Mot sure that's a good idea today or any day. I don't know much about witches, although years ago one coworker claimed to be one, but it would likely be traumatic for the game. Might look good on some folks however.

The whole Wiccan thing will have to get along without me.

If you decide to hike today don't forget a strip report.

--- End quote ---

 There, I fixed it for you Boomer.   :thumbsup:

boomer:
Well done

windy:
Never tried hiking that way, but back in the '60's, my new bride and I took on a forest lookout job for our summer job/honeymoon between quarters at school.  The mountain was holy to the Couer d' Alene tribe; they used to strip their adolescent boys and send 'em up to the peak, naked, to have a name dream.  The boy would get his adult name, however long it took, then build a pile of rocks that was the boy forever, and a man went down the mountain to take his new place in the tribe.  The wind in the rocks (the mountain was called "Baldy") around the tower sounded pretty eery at night, like all those starving, thirsty, scared kids were wailing at their fate.  I was stirred to commune with them, so I left the tower one night, stripped, and sat out on a rock to engage the mountain, cheek to cheek, as it were.  Got colder'n the dickens, didn't build a rockpile, got dressed and went back to the warm lookout and warmer bed.  Don't think it changed me much--but then I never was much for hallucinations.  Haven't been naked in the wild ever since!
windy

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