Skinny dipping at the ol' swimming hole at Applegate Gorge.

I still sense the sound & feel of the gentle breeze caressing my tanned glistening
skin. Laying upon the smooth sun warmed boulders ... the soothing intonations of the nearby flowing waters ... the wafting, overarching leaves of madrona, oak and maple forming portals along the river's meandering path.

Being unclothed had unexpected equalizing effects. People were just people,
& everyone seemed to get along the better for it.

-bk