Camping Naked
Yes, It’s A Thing! Here’s How To Prepare
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Kurt Johnson
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Look, I know the title sounds like something you’d find scribbled on the wall of a truck stop bathroom at 2am, but camping naked is actually a thing. I’m not saying it should be your new lifestyle or that you need to go full mountain hermit without pants. I’m just saying there’s something oddly freeing and surprisingly practical about stripping away all the extra stuff we drag with us into the woods. Clothes are great, sure, but sometimes they turn into one more thing to manage. One more thing to wash. One more thing that gets drenched in creek water after I misjudge the depth again. Yes, that has happened more than once and no, Trish has not let me live it down.
I didn’t start out thinking I’d be the kind of guy writing about this. I used to be like everyone else, packing twelve shirts for a two day trip because you never know, right. But after years of camping, hiking, and learning from my late buddy Jackson, who smelled like a compost bin but could survive a winter using a tarp and the power of believing socks were optional, I started realizing how much of the outdoors is about simplicity. Jackson was a character. My wife, Trish, barely tolerated him and my daughters, Stephanie and Alexandria, loved him in that way you love a weird uncle who teaches you how to filter water through a bandana, but you still try to hold your breath around him. Then he passed away one day, left us more than we ever expected, including his Dodge Ram, his prepper cabin, and his old HK USP .40 with three magazines. Every now and then I hold that thing and pretend I’m Vincent from Collateral. Trish rolls her eyes. The girls just laugh. It’s fine. A man is allowed hobbies.
Anyway, somewhere along the way, I learned that there’s something honest about being outside without the usual layers. It forces you to pay attention. To the weather. To the terrain. To the bugs, unfortunately. And to your own thoughts. You find out what you actually need versus what you just bring because everyone else does.
This book is not about being reckless. It’s not about making your neighbors uncomfortable or getting yourself banned from a national park. It’s about learning to strip things down to the basics, get close to the natural world, and maybe learn something about yourself in the process.
Yes, you will need sunscreen. More than you think. I will warn you now.
Alright, let’s get into it.