Post by Michael R on Jun 27, 2023 3:32:09 GMT
I drove to High Island on Sunday, June 25th, in the late afternoon, just to scout. (I had been at my mother’s house, near Baytown, doing house and yard work, before this.) I parked near where Highways 124 and 87 meet, and walked NE to the barriers that denote the start of the construction zone. There were NO people on foot, beyond those barriers. No footprints, either. I saw no tracks that indicated anyone had been driving past the barrier. I could have kept walking, along the intertidal zone, for ten or 15 minutes, and stripped, with nobody but the birds to notice. Notably, however, a couple of species of shorebirds were nesting, and were quite upset that I was there. I like the birds, so, I did not vex them further. I wanted to be back at my truck before darkness fell, anyway. After nesting season is over, this could be a tempting option to the much longer drive to Sabine Pass end. The signs do not seem to prohibit pedestrians. I think I can work with this.
Historically, nude beach usage started much nearer High Island, as close as one to three miles from High Island, depending upon how many clothed folks were present. This new barrier could, potentially, allow the historic, traditional nude area to again extend back toward High Island. Back to the Eighties! (Yes, one had to be discreet, and be ready to cover-up. That will never change.) The blockage of vehicular traffic is the great equalizer, at least for those of us blessed with relatively healthy feet and legs.
Using a buddy system helps, for general safety, and to detect approaching people. One sunbathes, while the other is on watch. My friend, who would travel with me to the beach in the Eighties, would wear her string bikini. Upon arrival in our chosen area, she would move the little fabric triangles, to uncover her breasts, collapse the rear trinle to expose most of her butt, and, collapse the bottoms’ front triangle to a narrower shape, or move the bottom’s front triangle aside, depending upon her mood, or what she wanted to tan. She could cover-up in seconds, by rearranging the bottoms’ front triangle. (Then, as now, totally topless was legal.) if she was on watch, she would toss me a towel, or my shorts, when necessary. If were were in the water, when someone approached, she could walk onto the shore, and then bring my shorts to me.
Historically, nude beach usage started much nearer High Island, as close as one to three miles from High Island, depending upon how many clothed folks were present. This new barrier could, potentially, allow the historic, traditional nude area to again extend back toward High Island. Back to the Eighties! (Yes, one had to be discreet, and be ready to cover-up. That will never change.) The blockage of vehicular traffic is the great equalizer, at least for those of us blessed with relatively healthy feet and legs.
Using a buddy system helps, for general safety, and to detect approaching people. One sunbathes, while the other is on watch. My friend, who would travel with me to the beach in the Eighties, would wear her string bikini. Upon arrival in our chosen area, she would move the little fabric triangles, to uncover her breasts, collapse the rear trinle to expose most of her butt, and, collapse the bottoms’ front triangle to a narrower shape, or move the bottom’s front triangle aside, depending upon her mood, or what she wanted to tan. She could cover-up in seconds, by rearranging the bottoms’ front triangle. (Then, as now, totally topless was legal.) if she was on watch, she would toss me a towel, or my shorts, when necessary. If were were in the water, when someone approached, she could walk onto the shore, and then bring my shorts to me.