A New Start

I couldn't wait. I ran inside, pulled out my running shoes, socks, and drank two bottles of water. It was 6:30pm. That meant I had 2. Maybe 2 and half hours of sunlight left. Today hadn't been the longest or hardest day.

I wasn't tired.

But with the thought of being able to finally run naked on tons of new roads and trails.

I was invigorated. Endless energy.

I wolfed down a protein bar with my water.

I had not previously left my new property this early. The sun was up. Still plenty of light. There was a very small chance I would be seen naked. Leaving my house, I was 400 yards from the main road.

Very small chance someone would see from the highway. There wasn't another house for 2 miles in each direction. And Brad had gone home.

Why was I so worried?

The last Weyerhauser employee assured me they were all gone. Why would he lie?

Well. Just in case. I grabbed a short pair of shorts and a sports bra. It would not be good to be labeled a crazy nudist runner this early in moving to a new house in a new city.

I changed clothes and finished my drink. I ran out to the road and started up the road. Slowly the road went uphill and then double backed a few times. The road wasn't very steep. It made sense as to why they needed access here.

I bet on the other side of the hills. It was a lot steeper with more hairpin turns.

I kept jogging. Not in a hurry and taking in the new sights. But by the time I was on top of the first hill I found a nice crest and bench. The hill flattened out for another 500 yards and then went uphill again. This time a nice long nearly straight road right up the side of a very long hill.

I guessed I had run two miles by the time I took my first stop to catch my breath. 1,000 feet up? Likely a lot less. But the views were amazing. I could see lots of the valley. But my house and buildings were hidden from view. A very few buildings were seen. Houses, summer cabins, and only two ranches were insight. A very long ways away. The highway stretched along the valley. Along with the river.

I made up my mind. At the top of this hill. I would lose the bottoms.

I pushed myself to go. I was getting hotter and hotter. I wanted to get naked. But I also didn't want to push it too fast.

It was a lot farther than it looked. The rise kept going. It then made a slow left turn away from the exposed hillside and between two large hills. I removed my bright yellow jogging shorts and hung them on a nearby branch on the edge of the road.

They would be impossible to miss as I ran back downhill. And hopefully. No one was running or coming up behind me.

I giggled to myself at how crazy I was. How being bottomless and running through hills I had never visited or seen.

But with a quick touch. I found I was soaked. Juice flowed down my thighs. I had to keep going. The road went through two tall hills on either side. A small pond with aspen trees at the bottom of it and signs of beaver were here and there as stumps had been gnawed down. I kept jogging.

I wanted to go further. A larger valley opened up and the road split. Left or right.

But in the middle was a huge yellow field. Dried grass, small bushes, and a few large green bushes here and there.

Left it is. So, I started jogging again. The dirt road was winding for another 2 miles. Each bend would only let you see 50 yards at a time.

I was a nervous wreck. At any time, a person could drive out, past, or on a car, truck, or motorcycle. I would have no where to hide, duck, or cover.

I was literally shaking with excitement.

Then the road penetrated the middle of some dense forest. Tall green trees on both sides. Their long branches above the road. They blocked out the light and the road was dark. Thick dark bushes on either side made the road feel like it was walled in. No escape. It was ominous and scary. I pulled off my grey sports bra and hung it on the first branch I could find.

With a shiver I started jogging.

I had been used to jogging braless. My D cups were firm and stuck to me. Very little bounce. Only out of habit and required uniform in high school and college did I even wear a sports bra.

Now fully nude except for my running shoes. I felt liberated. I was jogging faster. I felt lighter.

Runners high?

Nude runners high?

Another quick check and I found I was soaking still. Just how dehydrated would I get. Outside in the warm air. My pussy gushing like this. I was happy I drank two bottles of water before I left.

As I enjoyed this feeling I kept jogging. When would I stop and turn around? The next hill, the next turn, the next...

I got lost in thought. I had likely gone 3 more miles before I felt a gush of cold air coming down off the hills.

Shit. Did I have enough time to get home before dark? Not that the cold air bothered me. It was still 90 degrees at night.

The last turn of the road and I was at a small lake. I slowed to a walk. A huge flat area opened up. The lake wasn't massive. Only 10 acres across with a small boat house. It was a nice sight. But I didn't have time to check it out right now. I had lost track of time.

Good thing running downhill was faster.

I splashed some cold lake water on my face and naked body before turning around and jogging back. I was right. I was making much better time running downhill. I had noticed a small brown plastic marker or stake in the ground. "13-1800"

I thought I would need to check out the map when I got home. It was a dumb idea to run up here without first memorizing the first 10-15 miles at least.

I made good time getting back to my sports bra. It was hanging right where I left it. I picked it up but held it in my hand as I ran. I felt like pushing my crazy idea a bit further. I kept going. Mile after mile as I got to my yellow shorts.

Damn.

They were still there. I smiled to myself and thought how stupid I sounded. Damn. I had to get dressed. What a crazy idea. But was it? These last 2 miles was mostly open with a few trees and bushes here and there.

The sun was setting behind me. Behind the hills and mountains, I had just climbed. I was in the dark shadow. There were no streetlights or car lights to illuminate me.

I held my bright yellow shorts in my left hand and kept jogging. I convinced myself I would jump in the ditch and get dressed at the first sight of a car, truck, or person.

But I never did see any.

I kept running right down to my property, crossing the gate, and up to my house.

I had made good time. Darkness had set in a while back. Its funny how dark the valley gets before the hillsides and mountain tops. But soon. It would be pitch black. It was funny how dark the valley got at night. And how quickly it went from dusk to pitch black. There were no streetlights, tall buildings, or as I called it "light pollution" to illuminate the area.

I threw my running clothes in the hamper, took off my shoes and socks, and walked out into the small garden I had been watering right next to the house. The previous occupant had built a C-shape garden bed of roses, flowering bushes, and a small green grass paddock in the middle.

I turned on the faucet and stepped into the small sprinkler. The freezing cold water made me jump. My hot, sweaty, and very dirty body needed the cold water.

I saw just how much dirt had stuck to me. My thighs. My legs. They were dark with dirt. The roads were not just gravel. But the tan dirt was like dust. Very fine and similar to baby powder. With every gust of wind or scrape of my shoes. A bit of dust lifted and drifted on the air.

My runs would not be without dirt it seemed. And the cold water washed it off.

Once as clean as I wanted to get, I turned off the sprinkler and walked to the edge of the garden. From here I could see the front of my property stretch out to the highway.

Vehicle lights would go past. The occasional sounds of engines or exhaust on the wind.

This was a great first run. First attempt. First expedition into the new dirt roads and hills.

I walked up the steps to the porch and sat on a rocking chair. I spread my legs and felt my clit.

In the dark there was no way anyone could see me. The house lights were off. The porch lights were off. But I was so very hot from my run.

A single touch revealed just how wet I was. My pussy was soaked. Still dripping even after my cold shower. I touched myself, stroked myself, and pictured myself naked swimming in the new lake I found.

Explosion and shaking legs. I orgasmed.

I knew I would be in trouble. I would always want to run a bit further. Go farther naked. Do the next hill, the next stream, or the next lake. All naked.

But who cared? No one was around. So why not?

I went inside, ate dinner and sat down to check the map. Or stack of maps. It took a bit, but I found the area just behind my ranch. The road 13-1800. It was named this as it was 13 miles from the start and the road was named 1800.

So, I ran 13 miles from my house. It felt a lot further. But it was all uphill so that explained why it felt farther. I checked the map and saw the right hand road would have taken me to a long flat lazy track. It went side hill through the hills. Way off to another part of the endless land.

The road maps weren't topographic. So, I had to keep looking back and forth to check the incline. The right hand road looked like another good option for a few flat miles.

The lake. Stitch lake. It was man made. It had ben built sometime around the 1800's when loggers dug it out. I wondered why they needed a lake? Water to use as coolant in machines? Floating logs? I did not know. But from what I saw it was not that big. But big enough for what I had in mind. There was a small boat house, but I didn't see any boats. I would need to check a bit closer to see if there was a paddle boat or something I could use.

I traced the map with my fingers. Counting the many creeks, valleys, and roads. I could not keep track of how many miles the roads added up to. Only by checking the legend did I find the full length. 175 miles. Each square on the map was 10 miles. This one section behind my house went for 175 miles back into the mountains.

On foot. There was no way I would ever get that far back.

Should I use a horse? A motorcycle? A car or truck?

What about in the winter? I could snow shoe, cross country ski, or cheat and use a snowmobile.

But that all felt like cheating. There had to be something quiet, silent, and leave the smallest footprint so no one knew I was there. Running was the smallest I could get. My footprints would be covered by wind, rain, or animals using the same path.

I went to bed. Excited, anxious, nervous, and happy. I had my first naked run. The first of many. But I would always need that next high.

Sleep hit me like a baseball bat. As soon as I laid down. Even though my mind was swirling with ideas.

My dreams were of running. Through fields of grass, tall flowers, hills, mountains and finally swimming in the lake. The colors were more vibrant than real life. The sounds, the feelings, the excitement. All multiplied.

I woke up and I was upset. I had lost the dream. It was a good one too.

My body was sore. My feet, my calves, my legs, my butt, and even my back. It had been many years since I had run 13 miles up and 13 miles down. It took much more than 2.5 hours that I had planned. More like 4 hours since it was dark by the time I got home. But still. That's around a 10-minute mile? Right?

I got up, drank my protein shake, and ate breakfast. If I was going to be running so damn much, I would need to eat like a runner. Eggs, noodles, milk, and bone broth. Not to mention lots and lots of protein shakes.

I took a real shower this time. Soap and shampoo. Then I got dressed and headed into town. I would need to buy a few things. Tylenol, calcium, and fish oil for soreness and muscle cramps. Plus a few bananas.

Walking around the small grocery store I was limited on items. Our grocery store was not a giant one you would find in normal cities. It was a "mom and pop" store which only had 10 aisles of food, drinks, and frozen food. Not that it mattered. I lived pretty simply. But there weren't many options.

I went by the post office to check for mail or deliveries. I had ordered a new television, and it had not yet been delivered. It was set behind the counter. Waiting for me to pick it up. That was the problem with these remote areas. Finding 123 Cow Road is not as easy when the city isn't set on a grid like a checkerboard. Most of my mail, if not all, would be delivered here. Especially in the winter with the deep snow.

I used a dolly and moved the television to my SUV. A new truck would be better for my new life. But that would need to wait.

Before I left town I saw a few kids on bicycles. But they were going way too fast. They were black, had fat tires, and a thick frame.

They were electric bicycles!

My brain exploded with ideas. This would be perfect for backcountry running and what not? Very little footprint. I was so excited I sped back to the ranch.

I looked up videos on YouTube on one computer while I surfed on my phone. It took a few hours as there were so many types. But I finally found what I wanted. It had a normal mountain bike frame, thick wide tires, a basket on the front, a shelf on the back over the tire, it had a removable battery and came with a fold out solar panel to charge it when there were no available outlets. The reviews about peddling the bike were a bit harsh. The battery made the bike heavy. And riding the bike on flat ground was tiring. But all the electric bike reviews said the same thing.

From reading the information and watching YouTube videos. The bike could be charged in 22 hours by solar panels alone in full sunlight. Or it could be charged by coasting down hill with the regeneration mode activated.

The hills I had been running weren't that crazy steep. But they were long. I wonder how much of a charge they would get. I could ride up the hill using the charge and then swap out another battery or two to go further. Then coast home and recharge them. If I stopped for any length of time. I could lay out the solar panels and get a few minutes or hours of sun.

Ooh. This was a great idea.

This would open up so many new trails and roads.

But distance also wasn't my friend. It was my enemy. Say I fell and broke my ankle. Or I got too dehydrated and fainted. I had no cell phone or friend to help me. The farther I rode into the mountains. The better chance I had was that no one would be helping me.

I didn't want to die alone and from exposure. I would leave my map and an arrow for where I would go. Say I did get hurt. I could last a few days until Brad returned to work. He would see the map and follow the directions to come help me. Wouldn't he?

I decided to order two bikes. With two extra batteries each. That meant one fully charged bike with two fully charged back up batteries would give me 60 miles of range. That included the uphill calculations. If I used the solar panel I could extend a few miles for every hour of sunlight.

$25,000 for the package. That was a bit expensive. But hey, Weyerhauser had paid me 500k a few days earlier. So, it was on them. It also would take a few days to get here. I paid extra for priority packing and shipping.

It was nearly 90 degrees and noon. I decided to only run on my ranch today. I needed time to get in better shape. No need tearing a muscle up on the hill. The ranch was long and skinny. A single long dirt road ran the length of the farm on my property. Most of the fields were fenced with barbed wire or cattle fencing with wood posts. I even had a few water spigots along the path if I got thirsty.

Though. Two regrets. The road is almost entirely flat. No hills. Just a few bumps. And I did not dare run it at noon nude.

But why?

I was so far from the road. Set back from prying eyes. Many spots were over a mile from the road. Or more. I had not yet seen any hikers, bicyclists, or other people in the area. Not that they were allowed. Weyehauser was 100% no trespassing. And so was my property.

Shit.

I had walked the road in shoes while naked at night. It took a few hours to run the whole length of my dirt road. But there was the perimeter road. It ran closer to the highway. That I had not dared run at night yet. I was too worried vehicle lights would shine on me and show a naked woman running through the bushes.

Day time was absolutely a no go for the perimeter road. But it would add almost 5 miles to my run if I managed it.

I pulled on my sports bra and tiny running shorts. I drank as much water as I could while I applied suntan lotion. It was going to be hot and sunny. I decided to not just apply the lotion to my exposed parts. I may feel the need to strip naked and run. So, I made sure to apply it everywhere. Skin cancer is always a threat in situations like this I thought.

They say the first step is the hardest. I would kind of agree. But after running for a bit. The hardest part is stripping off your clothes. Hard. But exciting. I stretched for a bit while I went over the route in my head. I would head down my driveway. To the perimeter road. Run that north until I got to the end of my ranch. Then cut back across, to the main dirt road, and then back to my house.

It was all completely flat. It would be an easy run. But in all. 11 miles? And that was only half of my ranch. The northern part. If I wanted to go further, I could keep running past my house, past the barns, and down towards the southern end. Then back to the perimeter fence, run north to my road and then back to my house.

I knew that would be too far. 18, 19, or even 20 miles if I ran that huge loop? 90 degrees in the sun with limited shade. I didn't think that would be a good idea for today.

So, I set off for the northern loop.

My driveway was dirty and dusty just the like the mountain roads. The light dust kicked up on the faintest wind. Every foot strike caused a bit to lift and blow. I quickly made it down my driveway and turned north long the perimeter road.

It wasn't right next to the main road. But within 30 yards or so. The shoulder was dotted with trees, bushes, and long stretches of bare grass. This was one of the areas I thought about planting loads of trees to try and block some of the road noise. But as I ran the uneven rocky road. I realized just how much of a feat that would be. If I planted one tree every 15 feet, used two or three staggered rows, that meant 3 trees per 15 feet, 3 holes to dig, 3 trees to stake to keep from falling over, and 4 or so miles long.

That would be lots of holes, lots of stakes, and lots of trees to purchase. As I ran, I tried to do the math in my head. Not that I was capable of such things. But it kept my mind occupied. The other thing that kept my mind occupied was how uneven and rocky this damn road was.

I have driven it a few times. And it was bad in an SUV and even worse on foot. Partially buried rocks that were jagged stuck out, large tree roots from trees that were cut down stretched across the dirt. Exposed to the air and the foot. Then for other unknown reasons the road would undulate. High on the left or right.

It was like being on a roller coaster. But it is also tough on the ankles. I would tell Brad to work on the road when he had time. This uneven terrain slowed my run down considerably. Instead of 10 minute miles I was closer to 14 minute miles.

I made it to the northern part. The perimeter road continued north but I turned right along my last fence. The area beyond was harsh woodlands. I didn't know who owned them.

There was a small trail we used to go back and forth on ATV's. To check and repair the fence as needed. This section was a bit longer and a bit more covered by low growing trees. I had to duck under branches, crawl through some sections on my knees and push branches out of my face to make it through. The trees were Western Red Cedar, Pine, and a few others. They all had scratchy tough branches, needles, and bark with the roughest sand paper like outside that shredded your skin at the smallest touch.