Nah, although there was time when I was in peak shape that I’d have looked pretty damn hot naked in hiking boots. lol
Not into having my breasts filleted by whipping tree branches, sliding down rocks on my bare behind and brushing up against poison oak in the tender zones.
Now..stripping down and diving into an ice cold lake or river after a long sweaty hike..you betcha!
Actually there was a trail flasher guy a few years ago in a fairly remote area I hiked to a stretch of river I liked.
He would hide in the bushes and flash hikers from across the river of course, so nobody with kids could yank his wanka! hahaha
Oh…side note of the non-linear brain Just watched ” 127 hours” last night!
Amazing! 10 thumbs up for Aaron Ralston and his amazing survival story!