Nothing of the sort exists anywhere near me, so I have to hike alone.
I don’t do well in groups and I do enjoy my solitude. But… being alone all the time is just lonely.
It is a curse of Asperger’s where anything beyond “hello” is quicksand. It is the curse of being a nudist in an area where a few people think ordinary nakedness is a sexual assault on the viewer. It is a curse of being an older man and being neither useful for much nor eye candy. Many younger people find the visual appearance of age disturbing if not disgusting.
Maybe it reminds them of their own mortality?
With age comes weakness. I find these “curses” more difficult to deal with. I try to believe that I am a good person and that my life and interests are worth sharing. Maybe they aren’t?
This group feels very comfortable. I think I’d fit in. Or at least not feel lonely. I couldn’t care less if other people aren’t nude, just that they don’t care if I am. Just another fashion choice. I couldn’t care less that it is a bunch of guys and no gals. I’m too old and too married to have such a concern. Having such a group of friendly acquaintances within easy driving distance for casual walks would be divine. Ain’t gonna happen any time soon. Tried to set up such a group once on Meetup and it was beyond me.
Looks like a brisk spring day.
Found this video on “Hiking Free,” Ken Sunwalker’s blog.