… was yesterday, thank the Lord:

Hike Naked Day marks the summer solstice on the 2,000-plus mile trail and gives the boldest adventurers a chance to walk — not to mention scale boulders and gain summits — on the wild side. The bad news for us is that the solstice falls at the time when backpackers are passing en masse through the Maryland area. These thru-hikers, trudging from the trail head in Georgia to its finish in Maine (a journey that typically starts in early spring and ends in late summer), are the most likely to shed their smelly regalia for the solstice ritual, making the 41 miles of in-state trail potentially perilous for Girl Scout troops or day hikers whose tour buses have paused there briefly on the way to historic battlefields.

The good news is that, although the nude hikers’ flesh may be as brilliantly white as the blazes that mark the trail, they make themselves quite scarce.

It didn’t take long for Odorisio to decide no, he definitely would not let the sun shine below the timberline, as it were. The morning was chilly, and the bugs were out for blood.

Besides, in the next tent over, 24-year-old Ian Russ of Chicago was yelling: “You better not hike naked! I’ve got my 11-year-old brother with me!”

I’m thinking if there’s any fabric next to any part of your anatomy (shoes, backpack, hat) you’re not really naked anyway, and if you can’t do up something right, why bother?