Nude Dunes

Oh no, there's a fire north of Santa Cruz in Bonny Doon. The fire is in the mountainous region of that area. There are many homes and structures in danger, not to mention the vineyards. I just heard a description of a smoke filled sky, a burnt orange sun and ashes falling on the ground like huge gray snow flakes. I pray that the fire will be contained without too much damage. A prayer for rain, perhaps?
I have a strong sense of imagery when it comes to that name, Bonny Doon. When I lived in Santa Cruz in the 70's, we would visit the beautiful beach of Bonny Doon. It was a nude beach. Nude beaches always include a hike from the road to the water. When we would hike the trail and come over the rise, the blue ocean loomed ahead and there were sandy sculpted dunes defining the terrain like an expansive new vista inviting us to indulge.
The interesting thing about nude beaches, besides the obvious, is how bodies sans clothing blend into the landscape. We are variations of sandy browns and beiges and we dot the ocean side like nature intended.
I haven't been to a nude beach in a long time, unless I count that short foray onto the lava beds on the ocean in Maui, where the sun worshipers played bongos and soaked in the tide pools. I probably won't go again. But those days were rather care free. No sand in the shorts, no tan lines, just me and my towel. As far as getting used to nudity, it's like one of the actresses said about the play Hair. She said, "eventually you realize there are two sexes, men and women."
So the fire season is beginning. I am looking forward to the year when we have the best fire season ever instead of the worst fire season ever.