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Nude hiking, and songs

The discussion of nude hiking on the Summer Solstice reminds me of one of 
the 666+ verses of "The Real Old-Time Religion:"

   Let us worship like the Druids,
   Drinking strange fermented fluids,
   Running naked through the woo-ids,
   And that's good enough for me.

One of my favorite songs of the outdoors is "Out Under the Winter Sky" by
Billy Edd Wheeler, sung well (but incompletely) by Judy Collins.

--  Frank     reid@indiana.edu