As with the past few days, I again went out for a second walk which was done clothing-free. Again, I drove out to the pullout at the end of a lightly gravelled country road which then turns into a dusty, dirt trail used by an occasional farmer doing the work of seeding, spraying, and crop-checking. The crop is now in the ground and the farmer won’t be back for a while until it is time to spray post-emergent herbicides. Yes, I am getting a handle on farming lingo.
It was later in the day than I had wanted to leave for this adventure. The delay was caused by a need to be at home to get three bales of clean straw for our garden – the straw is shredded by the lawn mower, then spread over the garden to keep valuable moisture in place. Summers on the prairies are typically hot and dry. Finally, the bales were delivered and I was able to leave. Once the truck was parked, I slipped off the shorts I had been wearing and proceeded to head out to enjoy the sunshine.
At the 1.6 km mark, I set the backpack with my meditation pillow and blanket on the rock which I have chosen as my afternoon meditation location, weather permitting. Then, I continued on to reach the “end of the trail” so to speak at two and a half kilometres, marked with a sign that signals that the road I had just walked was closed. Since there was no farm or town or connecting road, the road I had followed wasn’t really a road at all. I did have to walk along following tractor tire marks through a newly seeded crop. This was the end of the trail the last time I walked while nude. However, today I wanted to go further.
Once passed a gate that was open [no cattle running wild in the pasture and hay field] I followed a barely discernible track through the field. Another opened gate had me continue walking further, inviting me to see more. And more I did see such as a young Mule Deer buck who looked at me, walked a few steps, then continued to munch on the grass as if I wasn’t there. At a third gate, which was also open, I stopped to look at some yellow flowers, buffalo bean flowers if I am not mistaken. I could have kept on going, but it was getting late in the afternoon, so I began the walk back to my truck, taking a different trail along the edge of the field, closer to the shallow lake. In the end, I walked just over 7 kilometres completely free, for the second hike of the day. Next week I am hoping to tackle the hills on the south side of the valley, extending my distance.
My next post is on Saturday and it will feature Donna and her husband John, two members of BN.