Planinarenje bez odjeće, ali s igračkom

I craved something wild, so I grabbed my backpack and headed for the mountains. I peeled off my clothes, letting the crisp mountain air kiss my bare skin. The trail wound through pines, the air sharp and invigorating. It wasn't completely deserted—every so often, a hiker would appear around a bend, their eyes flickering with surprise or curiosity as they passed.