Oh, for the love of the North!

I've been travelling to various parts of Canada in my hired car and it's cold everywhere. It's already late April but it's freezing everywhere. I had hoped to go to a nudist beach in Vancouver but I could not even survive a second without my jacket, far less going starkers. 

Here I am walking on a lake. Yes, the preposition is right! Walking ON a lake and I don't claim to possess any miraculous power. I understand that where I am standing, the water exceeds 10 metres in depth. Isn't that cool?

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What about naturism? How does one go naked here? After all, this is my naturist blog; it's not a holiday blog. Is this place too cold to go naked? I've always said that naturism is for all humans. It's not limited to one culture only. It does not exclude any culture. As long as you're human and you know the human body is decent and not obscene, you are a naturist. It's that simple. A human being belongs to one of three categories: (1) a sex maniac who thinks the body is an obscene sex machine which has the potential to corrupt the minds of innocent children or (2) a closet naturist who has to hide his identity and face from the camera even though he knows deep within him that the body really is decent or (3) an open naturist who is of course well-adjusted - he knows the body is decent and not unwholesome and he openly practises what he knows to be true. There is no fourth category.

So how is a naturist to go naked in blistering cold Canada?

There's always the fireplace in your hotel room. OK, some hotels don't give you a fireplace but you can always sit next to a heater.

Or you can read in bed. It's always warm in bed. And the view out of your window can be simply breathtaking. It's Rocky Mountains country, folks.

 

You can always sit on a warm cosy chair with an ale. This is a traditional Canadian brew.

Or a gin. This one is really cool. It tastes like Bloody Mary. I think it has ginger, carrot and tomato and it's exclusively a Canadian product.

And this drink has got to be quintessentially Canadian. It's called Thirsty Beaver. Even the Maple Leaf can't be more Canadian than this.

NOTE: I didn't really drink everything. I usually pose with alcoholic drinks more than I actually drink them.  The bulk of it was drunk by my wife who can take alcohol better than I can. Haha.