Hi Sophia,
 
I just logged in to say how much I enjoy reading about your experiences. In my mind, I'm right there with you, and it is such a turn on! Please keep up the great work.

This is the continuation of the last night I was telling you about, back in July.  I went across that one bridge that was completely exposed, nothing but a parking lot on one side with a giant apartment building across from that, hundreds of windows to look down on me.  When I retrieved my clothes and got back in the car it was about 1:30AM, still fairly early, especially for the next bridge I had in mind.
 
The downtown of the city is in a low area right next to a river.  Opposite the river, on the other side of the downtown, is a big bluff.  The interstate runs right along the base of the bluff, and on top of the bluff is a super rich area, with not just nice houses, but huge mansions.  There is a scenic road at the top of the bluff that is lined on either side by the mansions.  Between two of the mansions is a sidewalk.  It is lined by fairly high brick walls on either side (the walls of the two mansions).  The sidewalk is fairly flat, just sloping gently downward, for 30 yards or so, then it hits a long, long stairway all the way to the bottom of the bluff. Half way down the stairs it opens up to the right with this narrow road on the side of the hill with a few houses nestled in the trees.  At the bottom of the hill, then, is the pedestrian bridge over the highway, but this isn't a normal narrow sidewalk bridge, it's very wide, more like a promenade.  Then at the end of the bridge is a wide stairway down to street level.  What makes this bridge so dangerous is that where the bridge lands on the far side of the highway is a sidewalk in the middle of a big medical complex, with a hospital on one side, medical offices on the other, and it's all brightly lit and open with no trees or cars anywhere nearby.  There are almost surely people around at all times of the day and night, and surely activity up in the hospital no matter what, and, since the hospital is many stories tall, the entire bridge will be easily visible from the windows.
 
So, now you see why I had always vetoed this bridge, even though it's fairly close to my apartment, but tonight I thought I would go check it out.  I had to drive back and forth a couple times on the mansion road before I could locate the sidewalk I knew was there.  It was maybe 1:45 now, plenty late, especially by the time I got to the far side of the bridge, and in a nice neighborhood like this with so few houses spaced far apart, the road was completely deserted.  I finally found the sidewalk and parked across the street from the entrance, knowing that would force me to walk across this major road on my way back to the car.  (It's only two lanes, and deserted at night, but it is the most direct (and prettiest) route to the downtown during the day.)
 
I stepped out into the beautiful night, checked myself in the reflection of the car windows, and stood in the middle of the street, looking up and down the deserted street and up at the mansions on either side.  These are the times when you feel you own the night.
 
The sidewalk itself is completely isolated, and the neighborhood in the middle is quiet.  The bridge itself is really wide, if you stand in the middle, the cars can't even see you.  But then the end of the bridge, that is, where I was supposed to take my clothes off, is wide open, no corners or anything, just the top of a big stairway from which you can see a couple blocks away and all the big buildings on either side and the parking garages and some grassy areas where people probably eat lunch.  I could see anyone nearby, it seemed to be deserted, but with so much sight distance it would be easy to miss someone walking toward you for five minutes before you caught sight of them.
 
I looked behind me, back over the bridge, to the huge side of the hill, at least 200 or 300 feet high, that I was going to climb back up.  I stepped out of my sandals, looked around one more time, and pushed my shorts to the ground, then tugged the bra up over my head and I was naked.  I stood there, exposed, and surveyed the scene again, looking for movement in the hospital windows, down on the street.  It seemed to be quiet.  I turned, exposing my ass to the scene below, and started across the bridge.
 
By now, close to 2AM, there was almost no traffic on the highway, and as I said, the bridge was so wide, I really wasn't exposed to any cars that did pass by.  The amazing thing about the bridge was that because it was so wide, behind me was practically the whole city, with buildings in the distance up the highway, and the hospital and office buildings, and the street down below.  It was great.  Already I felt completely comfortable.
 
At the far end of the bridge I started up the stairs.  The stairs were walled in, and once I reached them I was completely safe.  The only possible way to be seen now was if someone happened to come down the stairs.  Although the whole way up the stairs, the top edge was looming over me and at all times it was possible someone would suddenly appear, it was such a remote possibility I didn't even worry about it.  And I did imagine that if I met someone, I would probably be able to just nod hello to them and continue on.
 
Half way up the stairs was that road that went in among those houses.  It feels almost like a rural road, very narrow, no sidewalk or even curbs.  The houses are far apart, with absolutely nowhere to hide between them, and there are not even any street lights.  I stood there on the edge of the road, master of the world, and thought seriously about walking up that road for a ways.  The road forms a loop, so there is no through traffic at all, so late at night I was completely sure there would be no traffic, but for that reason in the end I decided not to, it would have been an adventure, but actually a little boring, like walking through the woods, so what, there's no danger.
 
So I continued up the stairs, with the walls on either side, and crested the top.  The stairs stop maybe 100 yards from the road, but still with the walls on either side.  This was much more dangerous, because someone could be walking along the road, and could easily look down the walkway and see me, and with walls on either side nowhere to hide.  Still, it was very quiet, so I walked to the end of the walls and looked up and down the street.  Completely empty.  I walked out into the middle of the street.  Unbelievable.  This was probably the most famous street in the whole city (not the busiest, but the richest), mansions on either side, I could see way up and down in both directions, up into the dark windows of the super-rich houses, I was standing there in the middle of it completely naked!  It feels so amazing.  I could easily have walked along this road too, but with the houses and yards so big, it would have been hard to hide if anyone came by.  I'd been out a long time, so I crossed the street and got into my car.  It was 2:15AM.
 
I drove, still naked, up the road to the intersection with the road that went down to the highway, down that, then past the hospital to the base of the bridge.  It was still quiet, and I gingerly stepped out of the car, then jogged up the ramp to my clothes.  They were still sitting there undisturbed.  I pulled them back on and returned to the car, and that was it.
 
That had been amazing.  It was one of the longest times I had been out, and among all those super rich houses, and such a long way, with tall buildings all around that could possibly have seen me.  I'll post a picture of the bridge soon, and I did more stuff that night!

Here is a picture of the bridge and the stairway.  The lower right is where I left my clothes.  The upper left is the road lined by the mansions.  Toward the bottom, from the middle to the left is the quiet, dark neighborhood road.  You can see how huge the houses are on either side of the path!  It's impossible to tell from this picture, though, how many stairs there were.  This shot makes the path look flat.  
 

Such good stories.
Wish the board still had users committing to it and more content.
 

Here's the bridge.  It's pretty self-explanatory.  The spiral on the right, the T in the road, etc.

Finally, here's a close-up of the far end.  You can see how the bridge ends at the top of that grassy slope.  The sidewalk goes down to the street at an angle along the hill.  I parked the car at the end of the sidewalk, so I was also exposed from the end of the bridge till I got to the car, but the street was quiet.  What's really crazy is that what I thought was a "park" at the end of this bridge isn't a park at all, there's a huge house in the middle of those woods!  I can't tell whether it's a rich person's mansion, or some kind of home.  Anyway, no wonder I had trouble figuring it out last time.

It finally got warm.  It was a beautiful night Wednesday, over 70°, so I got to go out for the first time this year.  It was a weird, interesting night--not very exciting, but dangerous and productive.
 
Nothing was that interesting, so I think I'm going to tell you about the whole night in one post.  (I still have to tell you about the amazing last bridge from the time I've been telling you about!  I'm keeping track!)  First I went out into the suburbs.  There are two bridges fairly close in one area.  I drove under the first one and thought, okay, this one seems a little dicey, let's come back to it, then I went up to the other.  The neighborhood is very nice, one McMansion after another.  I found the cul-de-sac closest to the ramp to the bridge, but there was no sidewalk back to the bike path.  I looked again at the map and realized there is no sidewalk here, the entrance to the bike path is way back at the end of the cul-de-sac.  The path runs the entire length of the street behind the houses, but you can only get to it out on the cross street.  It was several hundred yards from the entrance to the bike path back to the highway and the bridge.  It's doable, but pitch black and not exposed at all.  Fortunately, on the other side of the highway the bridge landed in a park, so I drove around to that side.
 
It was a wide open park, not really a park at all, just an open field with a basketball court--hardly any trees.  The road that fronted the park was completely empty.  In this neighborhood, the houses face away from the main roads, so across from the park was just the backs of the next row of houses, set far back from this road.  And then past that was the sound wall of the highway.  I could see a couple hundred yards in every direction, and there were no houses facing the street anywhere near, and the road was completely quiet.  (It was about 2AM now.)  I parked on that road across from the park.  (It's funny, even the randomly parked car late at night sticks out like a sore thumb.  I know that most parks are "closed" at night, so if a cop drives by and sees your car in the parking lot, he's going to investigate.  So I parked on the street, which isn't technically breaking the rules, but the thing is, there's nothing on the road right here--it's still obvious that the person in that car is in the park.)
 
I've made one modification to my wardrobe.  I was imagining having to run away from the police, and so I want to be able to change my appearance, so I thought if I wear a hat, then if the police start chasing after me I can take off the hat and say, it's not me!  Also, I'm imagining like in a movie, if I have a hat, then the cameras can't see my face.  So I wore a baseball hat.  I think it was fine--actually less intrusive than jewelry.  When going naked, wearing a watch or a necklace or even holding your keys really makes it feel like you're not really naked, but the hat for some reason didn't feel that way at all.  I don't know, maybe it's cheating.
 
Anyway, the annoying thing about the long bike path on the other side is that if I take my clothes off on one side, it's a long walk down to the bridge to pick them up on the other.  That would have just been a waste of time.  So I decided to do what I almost never do, walk across naked in both directions.  This is the first example of what I mean about this night being just not smooth, although this bridge seemed completely safe, far from highway exits, etc., still, in order to get across, it was actually going to be more dangerous than normal, because I was not going to have my emergency clothes at the far end.  Once I started across the ramp I only had one exit.  If someone came up behind me, I was going to have nowhere to run!
 
So, I left my second set of clothes in the car.  Actually, the very first naked thing I did was at the car.  I had left the house without really preparing like I usually do, so I still had my panties on (no bra, since I snuck out of bed).  So, standing at the door of the car, I pushed off my shorts and panties and stood there in the beautiful, cool night naked from the waist down.  I looked down the road in either direction, across the park at the darkened houses, all was completely quiet.  The only danger was that the road went around a bend in front of the car, so someone could appear quickly from that direction, but I knew I would hear a car if it was approaching.  I thought very seriously about walking across the park naked, but it was completely open, there are only about three little bushes in the whole park, and it was lit with a street light here and there, so it wasn't even entirely dark, so if a car had come while I was half way across I would be dead.  So, I tossed my panties onto the passenger seat and pulled my shorts back on, locked the car, and headed across the grassy field.  (I also imagine being pulled over by a cop and he shines his flashlight into the passenger seat and sees my panties sitting there!  What could that mean?!)
 
The ramp to get onto the bridge from the park was super long and completely exposed to the park.  At the bottom, I surveyed the park one more time.  Completely quiet.  I owned the night.  I took my clothes off right there at the bottom of the ramp, which meant I would be completely exposed to the park all the way up before going over the sound wall into relative safety.  I hung my shirt and shorts on the fence post, and hid my keys under a weed next to the post.  I had been worried about the hat, but it didn't feel like cheating at all.  Except for the hat, I was completely naked, as naked as ever.  The streetlights in the park were bright and my naked body was fully visible.  I stood there a moment, looking down at myself, admiring my body a hundred yards from any protection.  The only person in the city doing this right now.  (Although it's always my fantasy to imagine encountering another naked person on such a walk!)
 
I started up the ramp, stopping about half way up to look out over the park again.  Now I was truly on display, but there was yet to be a single car drive by since I parked my car.  I crested the wall and started across the bridge.  The highway below was not silent, the traffic was actually fairly "heavy" for this time of night, there was a steady stream of cars and trucks, every 10 or 20 seconds.  As I walked I watched them drive by below me, knowing they could see me but never entirely sure if they did actually see me or not.  It's so wonderful to be naked in front of someone.  If only you could be sure that no one would freak out, you could go naked all the time.  But all it takes is one freak to yell and make a scene to ruin everyone's happiness.
 
At the far end I walked slowly down the ramp as the cars went by, just right on the other side of the chain link fence, then the ramp went through a gap in the sound wall, and I found myself in the dark behind the houses in the cul-de-sac where I had been before.  From this point, I knew that I could easily walk around for an hour along this path without ever bothering anyone, but it would have been boring.  Truth be told, I'm not really a "naturist" or a "nudist."  Being naked on a nude beach or whatever where every is doing it and comfortable with it sounds fairly boring to me.
 
The weather forecast said it was going to rain.  To the north was a huge electric storm, the sky was flashing with lightning almost nonstop.  There was no thunder at all, but the lightning was beautiful, and the air was so warm, just perfect.  The storm could miss me entirely, or it could he heading my way, it was impossible to tell.
 
Something just occurred to me.  When I was young, sometimes I would take my clothes off for a second in my back yard, and it absolutely terrified me.  It was so exciting, even being naked for just a second.  Now the idea of walking naked on a bike path through an affluent neighborhood for an hour sounds disappointing to me.
 
There wasn't much else to do down here in the dark, so I headed back up the ramp and over the sound wall.  More cars drove by under me, trucks, even a motorcycle.  At the top of the ramp back to the park, my car was completely in darkness; I couldn't even see it past the pools of light from the park lights.  My clothes were right where I left them.  Again I considered walking back to the car naked, but the truth is I'm kind of a chicken.  It is a major, insurmountable wall to purposefully confront someone naked!  It's one thing to let yourself be seen, knowing they can do nothing about it, but to actually put yourself in a situation where they can confront you is scary!  I would love to just saunter across that park naked, and if someone drove by just wave at them, but I just don't have the courage to be naked without (what I think is) a clear escape plan.  That's always the things I think about--could I engineer a situation where I will be seen unequivocally?  I don't know!  But I am happy doing what I'm doing.
 
So, I put my shorts and shirt back on, grabbed my keys, and headed back to the car.  Oh my gosh, something just occurred to me I had never even considered before.  What if while I was on the other side of the bridge someone found my clothes AND my keys, and took them all!  Argh!  Could I make it across ten miles of urban landscape completely naked back to my house?  I think I might be able to if I could a little bit at a time, but it's already 2 o'clock!  What if it started getting light, and I had to just stay in a hole somewhere until it got dark again!  What a fun club that would be.  You get dropped off in one spot in the city naked and have to make your way to another place.
 
Well, that's it for the first bridge.  Sorry, I wrote a lot more than I expected to!  I'm going to keep writing, but in a separate posting.

Here is the park.  You can see how boring it is.  No trees AT ALL just a big empty field with houses in the distance on either side.  I parked on the diagonal road, then walked across the end of that parking lot, past those little trees and up to the sound wall and the ramp.