Driving east along the A94 from Munich, I passed the town of Altoetting and
arrived at a south-running spur of the river Inn.  I parked alongside the road
and set off walking along the river bank, immediately stripping naked and
putting my clothes in my rucksack, as I went under the road bridge.  The
weather was cool for September, and although the skies were a light blue there
was a wintry coolness to the air, particularly in the shadows of the trees.  

This appeared to be an impromptu FKK (nudist) zone, and there were several
single guys sunbathing naked along the river, on the gravel banks, or walking
up and down pushing their cycles alongside, naked and with a towel over one
shoulder.  The area directly under the bridge seemed to be the family-zone,
where there were several mixed groups of naked people lounging about.




I followed the river along a faint track through the undergrowth, which ran
parallel to the flat running water.  The sound of the road drifted into the
distance, and I after a short while all I could hear was the water gurgling
across the gravel banks.  The track became quite narrow, and was clearly not 
frequented.  Nettles leant towards me from both sides occassionally as if to
say that naked people were not expected in this neck of the woods.  I pressed
on, carefully, and mostly avoided their stings by attempting to glide
diaganally past their gentle but bristly caresses.  There were some bugs 
buzzing about, but the cooler temperatures, and the fact I was creating a small
wind by continuing movement, meant they mostly left me alone.

For short stretches I was able to walk along the river banks, on the gravel,
but mostly I continued along the parallel track, through the light shadows of
the trees.  I found it a bit cool in the shadows next to the river, when I
stopped, so it was more comfortable to just keep walking to maintain an ambient
temperature.  I met no-one at all for a couple of hours, until I finally
reached a shooting lodge, with a small car park, near the village of Emmerting.
I slipped my shorts on briefly to pass through the car park and to wander
around the main road until I reached the relative safety of the forest, and
could continue naked once more as I turned and headed back north.

I passed through an area dedicated to learning about the forest flora and
fauna, with occassional signs describing the kind of tree standing here, or the
many types of animals which may be seen around there, if one were lucky.  There
were also several wooden sculptures, and an interesting collection of tree
trunks which had formed themselves into possibly anthropomorphic shapes and
been given a special place of their own.




The near silence of the forest was only broken by odd twitterings from the
woodland around me.  The path now took me along the edge of a raised
escarpment, and although I was still surrounded by trees, on the one side I had
dark green and brown trunks beneath the canopy, and on the other side it was
light green and bright blue shining from behind the foliage, lighting my was
as I trudged the long trail northward back towards the busy road where I had
parked my car.

Interestingly, on this quiet Saturday in September, during the entire days's
walk, of six hours or so, I saw almost no-one at all once I had left the road
bridge by the river, except for a couple of cyclists.  I guess everyone else
was out shopping, while I'd been enjoying a pleasant walk in an idylic forest.