More About Redington Pass

Redington Pass missed out on its monsoon rains this year. It has been a sad and befuddling experience to arrive and to find naked people sitting in the shade and waiting for water in the rocks.
There are times of drought, in Tucson. There are mini-climates in this area. An entire region is sometimes flooded and next door there is drought. The Rincon Mountains didn’t produce the cascades to flood the canyon. There was some rain, but it only produced ponds and no flow. Where a black wall of water used to roll in everyday like clockwork, extremes have taken over.
I’ve been looking at some old pictures of Redington. They are of DF and me back in 2009 and 2013. I also found a couple of incomplete stories. Since Redington has only been given a lush spring, another story to come, I’m going to piece together some memories.

On Sunday the grace of another fine day shone through the bedroom window. We had been booked for an eastside Chi Gong class at 2:00 and decided to go to Redington Pass for the few hours beforehand. DF slips on a short tunic-like sundress and I sit my wraparound skirt beside me in the 4×4.
There are plenty of vehicles parked there on a day like this, especially a weekend. It could be busy. There are blue skies and fun clouds. We are taking the short hike through the desert, descending down into the canyon.  Ah, the freedom of the naturist.
I usually make a point to attempt to stay undressed after arriving nude. Today, I have been lucky enough that no one is in the parking lot when we arrive. I have a bag to hold in front of me, just in case. I like the sense of liberation. …

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