Mountain Mermaid

I remember growing up in the Appalachian mountains playing in the creeks and streams of southwest Virginia. The water was always cool year round because of the trickle down from the mountains. This was always a refreshing dip during the humid summers. I was never able to really take my clothes off in the water, but I would often daydream about doing so and letting the water run over me. I would just imagine the feeling of the cool water all over my skin, and bringing tingling sensations and goosebumps from head to toe. Maybe this is where I get my dreams and fantasies of living naked in the mountains. The freedom to do what you want and have no one bother you would bring eternal happiness to my soul.

Roughly 7 years ago I finally worked up the courage to actually live my dream and be naked in the mountains. This was only a brief adventure but I did it several times. I would Get up early before work and go to a place on the Appalachian Trail. I parked my car at the trail head with an empty backpack and started walking into the woods. I would go in a little ways so that I was off the main road, and then I would proceed to take my clothes off and put them in my backpack. I would have to take a flashlight because it was still a little bit dark out, but I would explore around the Appalachian Trail looking for different mountain streams. Whenever I would find a mountain spring I would refresh myself by splashing it on me. The water was cool and crisp and made me feel very much alive. It kind of reminded me of when I was a child playing in the creeks.

As I would explore different areas of the trail I would sometimes hear a few noises. To be honest, it kind of freaked me out a few times and I had to rush out and leave. I mean, I didn’t know who it was or what it was, and here I was naked in the woods with no one to save me. Eventually I came to realize that there was nothing there, so I would just remain and enjoy myself and the freedom of being naked in nature. After my naked hikes in the woods, I would go on into work with a much better attitude for the day. I was much more pleasant to be around, I felt like that I had released all the bad energy in my body, and I felt nothing but happiness and content. Sadly, it wasn’t a very long opportunity because that part of the trail started getting more attention, so I quit while I was ahead. I still daydream of it frequently though.

Fast forwarding I am starting to have that itch again. It’s the itch that no amount of scratching will help, and there’s only one way to fix that itch…I need to be naked in nature where I belong. Unfortunately, a suburban job limits my opportunity to do so. Yeah, I work on a large, wooded campus, but there are way too many people along with security cameras everywhere. Big brother is always watching, and as much as I love being naked, I love my privacy more. I’m still looking though and I’ll find a place locally to have that freedoms, but I may not find one as much as being deep in the woods. Maybe I should do camping and just put myself in the woods more often. At least then I wouldn’t be surrounded neighbors living too close.

Big shout out to the real Mermaid Kitten for her contribution to this post. Her beauty by the stream are exactly how I remember my naked adventures in the wilderness.