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On a Tuesday, about 6 am I left home not knowing just where I was going. Only that I was going to do some nude hiking somewhere close. I stopped at one place and looked around, no one in sight, put my towel over my shoulder and headed out on foot. Ahead of me was a rough road if it could be called that, mud here and there. No fresh automobile tracks, just some that appeared to be several days old. Signs of deer and other four legged animal signs on top of those tracks implied no was ahead of me. So I felt comfortable, and expected not to be seen by anyone.
As I walked, I listened for birds and watched for snakes on the ground around me. After 7 minutes the road ended, and I could see a clearing not 20 feet beyond. I found a heavily used path, used by the animals obviously. The clearing is man made, this was obvious to me by all the stumps of trees that had been cut within the last year. At the other edge of this clearing there is a road. It has been there for many years, knowing this by the amount of grass grown in it and the fact that it had been mowed within the last few days.
So I headed left on this road, now watching and listening for anything unusual now. Also a bit of excitement, finding someplace to hike nude always makes me cheery. I notice along side of this road is corn. Corn planted in rows, beyond it’s time and all gone, only sign of the corn is the occasional bare ear seen on the ground. It is planted and grown for the animals. I see a vulture off in the distance, then another. I suspect that there is some animal injured or dead somewhere in the area. As I walk I can hear the chirpings of squirrels in the trees around me. Nothing that causes any alarm. As I make a bend in the road I realize I am coming into a large clearing where I could be seen easily. I hesitate long enough to look around closely for any sign of human company. Nothing here and I continue my hike staying close to the vegetation that appears to planted. Again for the deer and other animals in the area. Off in the back of the clearing I can see a hunters blind, someplace where they hide and shoot from.
About five minutes later I begin to think I am familiar with the area, feels as if I have been there before. Shortly I realize just why, it is the same place I have been before. The week before I had driven to this spot and hiked in the other direction. Spending two hours on that hike.
I continue on my way around the planted area and find I am coming up on the blind I had seen earlier. It has been there for some time, made of plywood and two by four lumber. Color has faded to a dull gray and the homemade ladder is laying in pieces. I hesitate long enough to look around at the view. I notice that the vultures I saw earlier have sped out more, as if they were hunting. As I hike around the next few bends in the road I notice there is a piece of metal sticking up from the brush. It appears to be an old car, to mangled to recognize a make or model but defiantly a frame.
Now I am looking closer to the right side of the road, I had seen a rusty role of barbed wire as I stepped into the road back when I came into the clearing. I had stepped by it in order to get into the road. After another ten minutes of hiking I find what I am looking for. Turning to my right

and making less than ten steps I find the path I had used earlier to get into the clearing that I am now leaving.
Shortly I can see my truck, what in the world is that I’m thinking as I look from a distance. Soon I realize to my amazement, it is the golf cart I had loaded unto my truck the day before and simply forgotten about. Laughing at myself I arrive at my truck, towel still over shoulder. Seeing no-one the whole hike it appears the towel was useless. But it could have been different very easily. I take a moment to reflect on the mornings hike and unlock my truck. Disappointed that it is over, I drop the towel to the seat, and drive away. Looking for a new place for the next hike.