I set off for a solo nude hike in the lower Blue Mountains, fully equipped with my 23kg backpack, which contained everything I’d need to survive for days in case things went sideways. While I’ll share more details about the contents in another post, today’s focus is the hike itself—an unforgettable adventure filled with the joys of naturism, unexpected encounters, and some classic moments in nature.

I arrived at the public picnic area at 7:00 am. The place was completely deserted, and rain was forecast for later in the afternoon, making it a perfect time for solitude. I was ready, sporting my see-through mesh hiking shorts, which have a clever extra layer of fabric to provide modesty and support for my genitals. These shorts are brilliant—comfortable, well-ventilated, and perfect for minimising sweating. You can definitely see my bum through them, though the darker mesh makes the details hard to make out. The pouch in the front shows the contour of my genitalia but hides the specifics. With long legs on the shorts, they also prevent any chafing, especially after applying baby powder to my thighs and groin, which I reapply regularly throughout the hike, even when nude.

After stepping out of the car in my shorts, t-shirt, compression socks, and hiking shoes, I was ready to hit the trail. The first 5km were blissful. Birds were singing, cicadas were buzzing so loudly I felt like I was walking through a chorus of thousands. A few kangaroos hopped across my path, and even a couple of cars passed by, heading to the only private property in the area. I waved to the drivers, and they waved back with smiles.

At the 5km mark, I reached a locked metal gate where most people turn back. Beyond this point, only a few adventurers dare to continue. Normally, this is where I completely strip off and continue my hike in full naturist mode. However, I noticed someone about 100 metres ahead of me, so instead of going fully nude, I donned my groin cloth—a minimalist cover that barely hides the essentials. With my backpack on, I knew my bum would peek out a bit, but it was discreet enough for me to feel comfortable.

Once I was confident that no one else was around, I stripped off and soaked in the beauty of the morning. I took some photos and enjoyed the freedom of being naked in nature. After about 20 minutes, I slipped back into my hiking shorts and set off again. As I approached the man I’d spotted earlier—an older gentleman photographing wildlife—he smiled and complimented me on my "outfit." I laughed and admitted that the "mini skirt" I was wearing was for his benefit, as I normally hike completely nude. He chuckled and said it wasn’t every day he met someone like me and appreciated my thoughtfulness. Before parting ways, he assured me that I could continue my nude walk without worrying about him.

With that green light, I walked about 100 metres before finally shedding the last bit of clothing. Now, I was fully nude, save for my backpack, compression socks, and hiking shoes. The man was still visible behind me, and I noticed he gave a friendly wave as I packed away my "mini skirt." I was far enough that he couldn’t see much, but I wouldn’t be surprised if his camera captured a cheeky shot or two.

With 20km ahead of me, I embraced the freedom of walking naked through nature. The sun warmed my skin, and the breeze felt incredible as I soaked in the beauty of the surroundings. I paused along the way to meditate, completely nude by a creek swollen from recent rain. It’s a practice I deeply enjoy—connecting with nature in a meditative trance while feeling the earth beneath my bare feet. The experience always reinvigorates me, helping me clear my head and find peace in a way that nothing else does.

By the time I reached the 15km mark, I had crossed five creeks, followed dirt roads and fire trails, and even navigated a kangaroo or goat trail. I found a beautiful grassy area and decided it was time for lunch—nothing fancy, just a simple cheese sandwich (after all, I am French!). I also had some delicious cherries, being mindful not to leave the pits behind, as packing out your waste is key in preserving these beautiful parks.

Lying straight on the wet grass, completely naked, was pure bliss. I spent about 20 minutes there, just relaxing, before continuing my hike back. As I approached the 22km mark, I was still naked when I rounded a corner and suddenly encountered a couple in their 50s. They were clearly surprised but managed to smile and ask if I was okay.

I apologised for not having had time to cover up and explained that I’d been a naturist all my life and loved being nude in nature. I asked if they’d prefer me to cover up, but they both said it was fine for me to stay as I was. We ended up chatting for quite a while, and I even showed them my naturist blog to help them understand that this was simply part of who I am. I think I may have planted the seed of curiosity in them, as they seemed open to the idea of trying a naked hike themselves. I suggested they start in a remote trail or secluded area and gave them my blog details in case they had any questions.

As I made my way back, I crossed paths with several vehicles and about a dozen dirt bike riders. Everyone smiled and waved as I walked along in my mesh hiking shorts, completely unbothered by the fact that they could see through to my bum. At the picnic area, there were about a dozen people having a barbecue. I dropped my backpack in the car and sat at an unoccupied table for a cool Gatorade.

It wasn’t long before two women in their 30s approached me, curious about why I was "wearing only undies." I explained that what I had on was actually a well-designed hiking short made of mesh to minimise sweating and maximise ventilation. The pouch is there to support the male anatomy, and while the shorts do leave little to the imagination, they’re functional and perfectly suited to nature hikes. They laughed, saying they could see my bum from a distance, but we all agreed there was nothing offensive about it. I felt great about the interaction—they understood that naturism is not about being sexual but about feeling free and connected to nature.

As we parted, I was pleased to have perhaps introduced them to the idea of naturism in a positive way. Back near civilisation, I wore my "mini skirt" again to cover up until I reached my car, content with another fulfilling day of hiking nude in nature. I truly enjoyed the hike, not just for the physical experience but for the satisfaction of opening people’s minds to what naturism really is—freedom, connection, and peace.

Stay nude, stay safe, have fun

Vince