Wanna find out what is legal and what is not in New York
State?
I Got Life, Just for Skinny Dipping!
Find a Very Remote place to go for a swim. Alone. You will be amazed how fast a
State Trooper will show up, even though you had not seen one for hours.
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| (originally found somewhere on Pinterest ... but I no longer have that link) |
(Well, Wrong Kind of Trooper, But it made me laugh.)
When I was suicidal in 2005, I also was taking care of my
everyday basic needs, such as hygiene and eating. In my quest for finding “The
Right place to die”, I also managed somehow to find the best things to enjoy in
life. It was quite ironic how I found life while seeking death. I did not first
notice this, until many years later. It is only now, in 2014, that many of
these life-lessons are starting to sink-in. Usually, I discover how valuable
the experiences were only after I find old writings expressing my feelings from
back then. Yup, even in seeking death, I wrote journals, notes, and sought more
than I really knew.
It was August 2005. I managed to find some of the most
beautiful places where it seemed no other human existed. I found some of the
most pristine, pure, and beautiful places in nature while in New York State.
One of the greatest joys I had discovered was to bathe in a creek, or river.
Yep, even wanting to die, I still stopped to bathe regularly. It was August,
and very hot, humid, and made me want to be clean more than usual. So I often
followed roads that I knew would eventually be at a river, stream, lake or
pond. Finding water in New York State was never difficult, but I wanted water
away from humans, and away from the highways. I seemed to seek solitude more
during this seeking of whatever was supposed to be my ultimate destination.
One road I traveled easily 50 miles from the main highway.
It was a dirt road, only wide enough for one vehicle, but I knew it would lead
me to water … more importantly secluded water. While I had in the previous year
come to allow my desire for nakedness to be less hidden, and come a long way in
allowing others to see me naked, I still was not fully willing to just be free
anywhere any time.
Well, This particular day, I managed to find a great
swimming hole at the end of this 50-mile long dirt road. It was Absolutely
Perfect! I could tell from the road that it had been days since any vehicle had
traveled down this road. (There were no fresh tire tracks.) Also, there was
plenty of brush and grass that grew in the road, and none had even been
bent-over. When I got to the end of the road, it appeared to be a place an old
bridge used-to exist, but that was long ago. The water was not visible from the
road. It was beyond a small hill. I stripped right there at my car, only
wearing my sandals for climbing the rocks and over the assorted brush. I
grabbed my soap, razor, and towel, and happily marched to the water.
Oh, It was perfect! The water was clear, warm enough to stay
in for a while, and had plenty of very large rocks along the shore, and in the
middle of the river. I did not just immediately wash and shave. I enjoyed the
sun, waded, explored, and absolutely enjoyed the freedom. I often wear my
sandals in the water, until I know there is nothing that will harm my feet. The
river bottom was clean, with soft sand in the calm spots, and smooth rocks in
the faster spots. I waded thru a calm spot, and placed my towel, sandals, soap
and razor on one of the large rocks in the middle of the river.
I was excited to have found a perfect place to be in nature,
clean, and shave. Also simultaneously, I was excited that after I was clean and
shaved, I could easily die here.
{{GRAPHIC WARNING!: I describe here how I planned to kill myself... Just to not shock you}}
I had the beautiful idea that in this river, I
could simply make sure I was wedged between two large rocks, just barely
holding my head above water, crack my skull with a good-sized rock, and go
unconscious, immediately forcing my head under the water, and have no chance to
change it. It is odd how a suicidal mind works. First my priority was to get
clean and fully shaved before I died. Also, by being wedged between the rocks,
my body would not simply float down stream, and wash up on a shore to be
immediately found. In the water, it would become fish-food, slowly decompose,
and wash away in bits, returning completely to nature. To me, this was Perfect!
I swam, and waded quite a distance from my towel. I even
found and tried a test-fit for where I thought I could wedge myself. Found a
suitable rock to crack my skull, and placed it on top of one of those boulders.
Then I heard tires rolling fast over the dirt road. I had been under water
quite a bit, so had not heard the tires until the vehicle was really close. I
immediately thought “oh no! I will not be alone to die!” Then I thought,
whoever it was would see my car at the end of the road, and decide to turn
around, since they likely were seeking a place with nobody else. Or there was
the possibitly that whoever it was would come, swim then leave. I was not
worried, but was a bit curious as to why there would suddenly be someone down
here. I had left my car windows down, and doors unlocked, and keys, wallet, and everything else inside, so I was a bit concerned
that it might be some backwoods people that seek this sort of opportunity. (Yes
even in the desire to die, knowing I would not need the car or stuff inside, it
concerned me that someone may be up to no-good.) But before I could even decide what to do, the
vehicle had stopped right by mine, and I could hear what sounded like a police
radio. Then I heard his footsteps tromping fast over the hill toward the river.
My first thought was “Grab the towel!” But the towel was far from where I was.
As soon as he could see me, he yelled that I needed to get out of the water! I
swam toward him. The water was totally clear, so he obviously knew I was naked.
I asked if he preferred I grabbed my towel first. He said, “No, just get out of
the water!”
I could tell from his hat that he was a State Trooper, not
just a county Sherriff. Yipes! I thought I was about to be arrested for skinny
dipping! Why would a Trooper come all the way down here? Oh my head was
spinning.
As I stepped onto the rocks, he asked if I was All Right? I
was puzzled, because I still did not know why he was here. I of course was in a
confused state of mind, since I was in the middle of planning to die, and his
first question was
“Are You Alright?” But I reasoned there was no way he could
know that. (Could he?) When I left Oregon, I left in a hurry, and likely made
some who I had left behind quite concerned, and was not sure if any had sent
police looking for me. I was certain some had figured out I was suicidal. Also,
while in Nebraska, I ripped up a speeding ticket and threw it on the ground in
front of the officer (That is another story all by itself.) So, I really was
not sure why this officer was here, and to have him first ask if I was Alright,
made me also wonder. I knew I needed to be careful how I answered, and to find
out why he was here, or I likely would end up in jail, or a
mental-lock-up. And odd as it may sound,
jail was not a place I felt I could survive to kill myself. Yep, the mind of a
suicidal person has depths to yet be understood.
He saw my puzzlement, and told me he was concerned if I was
alright, since I was swimming alone. That also seemed odd to me, but I went
with his direction, so I hopefully would not reveal more of why I was down
here. I said I was, and thought it was a perfect place to swim. He asked me to
come closer to him, and sit down. I still was not sure what he was up to, but
of course I did. I sat in front of him, facing away, thinking once I sat, he
would cuff me. He came to the front of me, and sat on a boulder facing me.That
made me relax a bit. I asked if I was in trouble? He chuckled and said “Not how
you may think.” He told me he saw I was from Oregon, and guessed I did not know
the laws in New York State. I admitted I likely did not. (I had a similar encounter in Nebraska, where I learned it was illegal to "camp" in a cornfield, along a canal, or anywhere near a farm, but it was perfectly legal to camp in a city park for free, up to three nights.)
He asked what I thought he might be here for? (Now he was
totally playing with me!) I told Him I really did not know. Told him I thought
it was odd that a Trooper would travel 50-miles down a dead-end dirt road,
unless he had spotted me doing something wrong up on the highway and it took
him this long to catch up to me. He laughed, admitting I was correct. Then
quickly assured me he had not spotted me doing anything wrong. But what caught
his attention was someone with Oregon plates exploring very remote roads, and
when I did not return to the highway in a short time, he wanted to follow and
see if I was alright. (Of Course my head was spinning, and I was distracted, so I just accepted what his reason was, not giving it much thought.)
I asked if he knew I would be naked when he approached Me?
He said yes, since all my clothes were piled on my car seat. But clearly naked
was not a concern for him. My very first thought was I was gonna be arrested
for nakedness, but he made that clear it was not the reason right away. I asked
why he was here, since he still had not told me, and clearly he had no problem
with me being naked, was sitting on a boulder casually in front of me. He was
not at all creepy, or uncomfortable. He did look at my entire body, but more in
a curious way, not a leering, ogling, uncomfortable way. He was very
comfortable to be near. Which was odd for me, since I was still learning to be
seen while naked. I asked what his reason for asking me out of the water was.
He grinned and finally told me the Law he needed to enforce. In New York State,
it is Illegal to Swim Alone. Period.
In New York State, It is illegal to Swim Alone. It does not
matter if it is a puddle, a pond, a stream, a pool, or a river. Any water, you
must have someone there with you. I jokingly (and nervously!) told him “Well I was a certified
life guard at age of ten, and an expert swimmer, too. He laughed, and said “You
cannot save yourself.” He looked at my pile of items on the rock in the river,
asked what those were? I told him I hoped to bathe, shave and enjoy some
swimming. He glanced at my stubbly bikini region, and grinned. He asked about
my travels, and what brought me to New York?”
Yipes! How much did he know, and how much should I say?? Did
he know I ran away from Oregon? Was he baiting me? Did he know about the
incident in Nebraska?? Did he somehow Know I was planning to kill myself here??
Oh, I was a nervous wreck, and he could see it! He was good! He said, “Never
mind about your travels. Let’s talk about your needs right now. Right now you seek
to get clean and shave, correct?” I said yes. He clearly could see more than he
admitted, yet something in him also showed me he was not going to harm me in
any way. He said that since I was not allowed to do that alone, that presented
a problem. I asked if he was allowed to
leave and pretend I was not at the water all alone? He said he could not
pretend he had not found me here, and he absolutely would not leave me here
alone. He pointed at the rock I had placed on top of the boulder. He said “That
rock sure is a beauty that you pulled from the water!” I again was caught
off-guard! He looked at me, noticing I got nervous. He said, “It is wet, so it
stood out, I noticed it had a red-layer imbedded in the grey rock, and wet in
the sunlight it sure shines bright! You found The Most beautiful rock in the
whole river!” Omigosh! I was freaking out! Did he know?? Or was he truly only
noticing the natural beauty of the rock I had selected? I looked at the rock,
and sure enough, it really was a beautiful rock! Did he know? Was that why he
insisted he could not leave me here alone?
I was faced with
needing to get in my car and drive away, or finding a way to get him to leave.
I doubted I would succeed in getting him to leave. I decided I had nothing to
lose. I got bold, and asked “Well, You are here. Could that count as not being
alone?” I seriously thought he would just tell me to get in my car and leave. He first looked kinda stern at
me, then thought about it a second. He knew how to solve the problem. He said
he had some reports to write, and it had been a while since he sat by the river
and wrote his reports. He got up, said “go about your business, I will be here
so you are not alone in the water.” He went over the hill to his car. I went to
my supplies out on that rock. When I looked again, he was returning with his
clipboard, went and sat under a tree, just a few yards from where I was.
At first I was nervous about actually bathing and possibly
shaving in front of him. But he clearly was not giving me a second-look. He
truly was writing his reports. I still wondered if he knew?
I first soaped-up while in the water, then climbed up on the
rock, and re-soaped so I could use the suds as shaving lubricant. I mention in
previous blogs about the infrequency of being able to fully shave my whole
body. It had been months, and all I kept shaved was my bikini region. I shaved
only my bikini region this time, too. After I rinsed in the water, I gathered
my items, and went back to the shore near where he was. He glanced up and
down my body, and said “I still have more reports to write, if you want to
finish shaving.” I felt a wee-bit mortified that he had noticed so much about
me! Now I was suddenly feeling “on display” instead of totally safe. He noticed
my change in how I carried myself. He apologized for making me uncomfortable.
He meant it, too. He said he would be here for another half-hour if I should
decide I wanted more time in the water. Then without a glance, or a word, went
back to his work.
I decided to place my items on the shore and go for some
more swimming. I went back to where that one rock was on top of the boulder. I
held it, admired it. I started crying. I did not want him to notice I was
crying, so I placed it back on the boulder, and went under the water where
tears do not show. As I came up, I noticed he was watching me quite closely. He
had to know… But could he really? I Did notice the free feeling of the water in
my bikini area, compared to the not so free feeling where the hair was on the
rest of my body. I decided to take him up on his offer and do a full shave. I
tried to make sure he did not see me grab my soap and razor, but he looked up
and smiled, giving me a “it’s ok” look. Something about him told me I did not need to hide or be embarrased at all in front of him. I thought how odd it was that he came along just before I could kill myself, and also that he was being so careful to make me comfortable, was being so kind, giving, and concerned about how I was, and whether he made me nervous. I decided to shave right there, just a
few feet in front of him. He smiled as he did his reports, but something about
him made me feel very comfortable near him. I shaved every inch of my body,
including my stubbly chin. Oh it felt wonderful!! Shaving in nature is such an
awesome experience compared to shaving in a shower!
I knew his half-hour was almost up. I rinsed thoroughly, and
went for another decent swim. I went back to the shore and got out near where
he was. As I came to the shore, he said with a smile, "Yes, you certainly are an expert swimmer! You stay under water longer than anyone I've known, and if the water was not clear I would have sworn you drowned. But I could see you were swimming long distance under water." (I cringed thinking he really must know, and each time I went under water, he was thinking he would have to rescue me!) He looked-up, glanced up and down my whole body, grinned, then got up
and said “My work here is done.” As I
toweled off, he said “Have a good journey. Oh, and there is a
perfect campground just North up the road for you about thirty miles, told me
the name of the campground. I hope you find what you need.” I asked how he knew what campground was good for me? He grinned, said he knew a lot more about me than I thought he knew.
And with that he walked away, got in his car and left. He knew I would now soon be leaving in my car
behind him. How did he know??
I was now really wondering! How much did he know? When and
where did he actually spot me in my car, and how long had he followed me? Did
he follow me to see if I was trying to commit suicide?? Did he decide that if
my priority was to get clean and to shave, and that if he showed me a little
love and concern he knew it would go a lot further than any scorning
could? I also now wondered how much of
that “law” was for real, and how much was not. (I Later lookedit up, and it was real. In New York State, it is illegal to swim, or be in any water alone.)
I was both really happy, and a bit conflicted. Who was that
Trooper, and what did he know? What did he mean about a “perfect
campground”? Before leaving, I glanced once more at that rock, and thought how Ironic that the one I chose already hada streak the same color as Blood in it. I decided I should get
dressed and leave before any of the wonderful turned bad. As I drove out along that dirt road, I
pondered a lot. I looked for that Trooper, suspecting he was parked, waiting to
see if I would actually leave, or if I would go back to the water. But he had
left. He knew he did all he was supposed to do. I could see the whole way out his return-trip tire tracks. At no point
did he find a spot to pull off and wait. At the highway, I saw his dirt-tracks
onto the pavement went the same way he mentioned about the campground, but I
did not give it a second thought.
In my journey of seeking where I needed to go next, I really
had no idea, but just went where it felt “right” each time I got to a choice in
direction. I really did not consider that I WOULD go camp where this Trooper
“suggested”, but that direction up the road seemed to take me where I needed to
go.
In the beginning of this writing I mentioned how I kept
finding “life” in my quest for death. This day was exactly that. The odd thing
was each time I failed at suicide, I actually was learning something more
valuable. I did not allow those valuable lessons to sink-in at that time. It
would take years for me to truly grasp that I found life while seeking death.
This day, and The Trooper were one in many weeks worth of accumulated lessons
that would eventually lead me to be the living person I am today.
You probably wonder if I did go to that campground the
Trooper mentioned? Yup I did. I almost did not even enter once I saw the list of prices for a night. Part of running away means you have zero resources for income, and you only have what money is in your pocket. Camping at pricey campgrounds is something I typically would avoid, and especially under these circumstances. But something told me I needed to stop at the ranger's office and at least see...
... As I walked into the ranger's office, I was greeted by name. I was a bit surprised to say the least. I asked how he knew my name? The ranger handed me my own Driver's License! Now I was a bit more freaked-out. He apologized, and meant it for freaking me out. He quickly told me my night of camping was already paid for, and my license was just waiting for me to be returned. The nice Ranger showed me on the map where my spot was for the night. He explained "This was The Perfect spot for what I needed tonight." I asked how it was possible that my license was already here, my spot already assigned, and was paid for? He smiled, and said to "Just Enjoy it." He explained the location where my site was would be "A Safe place for the night". I was not sure what exactly he meant by that. He told me to not worry, just go, be free, relax, and to be sure and come see him before I departed the next day.
I will write more about that campground, The Ranger, and that night in another post. (I
mentioned it briefly long ago in a blog about naked campfires, but I barely
mentioned it, and did not show the connection to the day leading up to it.)
For now, Know that I am Alive because God sends the right
Angels at the right time. (It is ok if you do not believe in God, or in Angels.
I will not attempt to force you to believe. I believe.) That Trooper was sent
to show me the joys of life, give me the much needed love, and show me he knew
without being mean about it. I went away from there confused, of course. I was
still wishing I could die, and just decided I would have to wait for the next
opportunity, but knew that place was not meant to be where I died. I also found out that night that I would stop trying to find a way to die for many more days. That trooper, and That Campground were the Start of Really Learning what was valuable in Life. I found abundant life in the next few days. But that was not the end of my Suicide attempts.
Why am I writing about such horrific thoughts? Well, you may
think the thoughts are horrific. But they are real. I am not the only person
whose thinks this way. Suicide is one of the most misunderstood things in our
society. If more people understand, and accept that this is real, less people
will be shocked when it happens. Also perhaps that Trooper was once suicidal,
understands it himself, and knew how to be at the right place, and say the
right things to help me to live. There is a misconception that people can
prevent suicide. Nope. A person cannot prevent suicide. But that person’s
actions can change the path of the one who is suicidal, and that new path can
lead the suicidal person to the places they really need to be. If that person
lives, they will take the lessons taught on to make a better life, and
hopefully help others go where they need to be.
It took me many years of struggles to even be able to talk about my suicide attempts. It is not at easy even after all these years. Although it may seem I am kinda relaxed about it now, and make it every-day conversation, it is always a struggle. It takes a lot to not allow myself to actually feel those emotions again as I am finally able to tell what happened so long ago. I am just glad I am finally able to put some of it into words.
No Matter your struggles, fears, worries, and battles. I can promise you: Someone else in this huge world understands. I Hope you are open to those who come at the right time to be your Angels.
