Echoes

We are all obsessed with the human body. And nowhere do you find the body more on display than at the beach. If you really want to go all the way, you have to go to a nude beach. In our parents’ days, we heard of nudist colonies, places where young and beautiful beatniks smoked weed and drank wine and frolicked in mud baths in the altogether, all together. We all saw the compelling posters. I don’t know about you but I spent a long winter building up body fats and dry skin, including an occasional itchy rash. My doctor said my skin looked “dry” and urged me to use skin moisturizer, something we tough guys often forget as we are putting on the Carharts. Like many of us mountain people, I split for tropical climes this off-season, seeking moist air, beaches and a chance to air out the wrinkles and folds that had been under many layers of protective clothing. Maybe it’s because the islands are blowing up, but I found shockingly cheap airfare to Maui and got on that plane. When we touched down and they opened