[10-26-00]  Over the past few weeks I’ve been occasionally going out at night 
for longer-than-usual walks, as part of an ongoing effort to try to get more 
exercise.  It all started at a very emotional time, due to a death, when I just 
had to get out of the house for a while.  The first night I walked down to the 
park about 3 tenths of a mile away.  The next night I walked as far as the 
railroad tracks that are exactly 1 mile from my driveway.  It was always quite 
cold so I’d be bundled up in winter-wear.  I say this is longer than usual 
because I never walked farther than the intersection 2 tenths of a mile away, 
nude or clothed.

From those first few walks getting as far as those tracks I realized how safe it 
was, both in traffic and in awareness from surrounding houses (at that hour, 
pretty much everybody is asleep).  I also found how easy it was to step off the 
road to avoid road traffic, and I never saw any walkers, joggers, or bikers at 
that hour this time of the year.  Considering all that, I was just itching to 
make this walk in the nude.  The past several nights had a nice thick haze, 
almost a fog, but it was always too cold.  Last night, however, it was just warm 
enough to not require clothing, at 64º F.

I went out on the back (side) porch at 1:30 AM, removing my shirt and leaving it 
there.  I then removed my shorts (with small light in the pocket) and folded 
them up to carry easily.  Now all I was wearing was my glasses, socks, and 
shoes.  As I headed down the driveway I thought I saw the glare of headlights on 
the garbage can across the street, but it turned out to just be the streetlight 
at the corner.

I went west out of the driveway, in the direction of the tracks.  The night was 
overcast with a very thin haze in the lights, and there was next-to-no breeze.  
Shortly down the street I saw the sky light up with a flash of distant 
lightning, too far away to hear.  I never even thought about checking the 
weather radar before leaving, but figured I could get there and home before rain 
came.

A little bit before the first intersection with streetlight, which I have 
mentioned before, I saw a car was coming.  I stepped a few feet off the road, in 
with some wild bushes, and let the car go by.  Now here I am, nude and right 
next to the road...literally, 3 steps away from pavement.  The streetlight at 
the corner, I have approached nude before within about 50 feet, but I’d never 
gone under it completely.  Tonight, I went right under it (in the opposite 
shoulder) and kept on going.  Now was a new factor:  the people on the corner 
installed some new flood lights which lit me up quite a bit.  Anybody *really* 
looking could probably see that I was nude, but if they only acknowledged that I 
was somebody walking down the street, I doubt they’d see my state of dress.

Three more cars passed after I stepped off the road again, before continuing on 
my way.  Lightning still flashed in the clouds, and all I could hear were 
passing aircraft and the distant trucks on the highway.  I kept on going, 
passing under that yellow streetlight I went under while nude on my bike when I 
had just passed a jogger this summer, never seeing anybody this time.  I went on 
past the sewer pump station and river, always having places to step off the road 
if needed.  Strangely, I never had to because there were no more cars for a long 
time.

I went up the slight hill at the end of the street, passing under a very bright 
white street light and coming to a stop on the train tracks.  I had made the 
entire mile nude!  Back when I first started out in nudism I never imagined that 
I’d do something like this.  I turned around and headed back home, under that 
bright street light again.  Then guess what happened?

It started to rain!  I had just got done saying to myself, "I wish I had some 
water to drink", then I looked up at the sky to say "Don't take that to mean I 
want it to rain!"  Talk about irony.  It started out as a light sprinkle, 
turning to a light rain.  It never got very heavy, but was hard enough to get me 
thoroughly wet.  Now imagine this situation:  a person walking down the street 
nude at about 2 AM on October 27th in Michigan in a rain shower.  I’d have 
thought that at this time of the year, it would be a very cold rain, but 
surprisingly it was fairly warm.  In fact, the rain was the only thing keeping 
me warm now, as I got cold from evaporation when it let up.  My shorts with 
light were tucked up under my arm now to keep them dry.

After a while I stepped off the road to let two cars pass, and also take a whiz 
while I was there.  I was surprised that I had just walked over a mile since the 
last car passed, at an average walking pace.  By now the rain was letting up and 
I was getting a little chilly.  Right near the park (which I mentioned above) I 
had one last car pass before continuing home.  The rest of the walk was 
uneventful, but notable that by the time I got home my skin was completely dry, 
where clothing would still be wet and cold if I’d worn them.

Anyway, that’s the story of my naked mile.  It’s probably the last time I’ll be 
able to do it this year, since the weather will surely turn cold again.  I hope 
to do it again many times next year, and I have some other ideas for going nude 
while leaving clothes behind.  I’ll have to wait until next year to try them 
out.  I’m looking forward to it!

Thanks for reading,
MC