For those like me who live in the city it can be a total blessing to escape to the countryside every so often. Peaceful, cozy and with a breath of fresh air – there is simply no comparison to city life, which includes much noise and pollution.
Some of my good friends who’ve been in my life since elementary school have chosen rural life over urban life, while others like me have made the choice to live amidst the hustle and bustle of the big city.
Several weeks ago I received – along with another friend who lives in the city – an invitation to a childhood reunion in the countryside. We had never done anything of the sort and many of us had not seen each other in almost a decade. While it does feel like we’d all seen each other as recently as yesterday, as you know life goes by at an extremely fast pace and the ”just yesterday” soon turns into ”years ago”.
At first I was hesitant to confirm my presence. I asked myself what the heck I would do to keep occupied in the countryside? I felt like I would easily get bored.
Especially since at this time of the year there is a very special event happening in my city called Igloofest – which is an outdoor wintertime dance party with killer DJs and ”beatz” that takes place on a 50,000 square foot playground. It attracts thousands of partyers and includes a competition for who is wearing the best one-piece snowsuit. There are tons of ice sculptures, bars and castles, a mega slide, fire pits and many games. For example this year they are hosting the first ever Christmas tree throw, which is suppose to mimic the Scottish caber toss.
For more on the Igloofest please visit their website here: http://igloofest.ca/en/
The great thing about Igloofest is that it happens over four weekends. I had actually attended Igloofest the weekend prior, and I couldn’t wait to return after having a total blast. I felt like leaving the city for the countryside would be taking me away from this party. But since I had gone the weekend prior, and since I knew I would be able to attend again during the last two weekends of Igloofest, I was easily able to get on board for the trip out of town. In all, I would only be missing one weekend at Igloofest out of the four weekends. No big deal, right?
In fact, during my first visit to Igloofest on the first weekend I decided to livestream on Periscope. From this I was able to produce a full thirty minute YouTube video that can be watched here.
I still thought that I might get bored going to the countryside, but felt that it was worth it in order to reunite with old friends. In the end I proved myself wrong. There was nothing boring about the countryside. We ate well, we drank lots of great wine and we were more than merry to find ourselves once again reunited.
The scenery was beautiful and the air was fresh and clean. Those we crossed in the village were friendly and community oriented, which is something that I’m not necessarily use to seeing in the big city. There were no ambulance sirens or car horns in the background when it came time to get some shut-eye. And the house was heated by an old wood stove fireplace, which I find both rustic and romantic. It was simply a very pleasant and relaxing experience.
With that being said, I figure that I should elaborate on some of the highlights of my weekend. To begin with, I was dared to wear a Borat mankini and to run outside into the cold winter night. For those who do not know what a Borat mankini is, here is the photo of me wearing it:
Everybody knows that Jade Sambrook is a die hard nudist, and somebody thought it would be funny to dare me to wear such a garment. Particularly since it doesn’t cover much to say the least. Naturally I slipped it on without hesitation and promptly headed outside as requested. This provided great entertainment for everybody, including many laughs.
The next highlight of my weekend was a day of downhill sliding. The hill in question had a 20% slope and was over 2 kilometers long. It is by far the most extreme downhill slide I’ve ever done. It definitely brought the child out in me. Sliding downhill like this on a plastic sled was fast, fun and crazy!
Here is a quick video clip showing a short portion of the downhill slide:
The last highlight of my weekend involved typical winter sports that are not always practical to attempt in the city, such as snowshoeing and cross-country skiing. Suffice it to say that I got a healthy dose of exercise and burned off all of the calories from the abundance of food that I consumed over the weekend.
Warning: if you scroll down you will see human buttocks. If you are offended by a simple naked bum, then please refrain from scrolling down, cover your eyes or immediately leave this blog!
Even better was that I was able to try these sports wearing my Scottish kilt, simply because the weather was so great. It was only minus 5 degree Celcius, which as you may know is abnormally warm for this time of the year.
And even better than that was that my friends – who once again know just how much of a die hard nudist I am – dared me to take the kilt off and try snowshoeing in the buff. Of course I did it without hesitation and I can now say that I have a claim to fame. I don’t think that many folks have done this sort of thing before me and I highly doubt many folks will be jumping on the bandwagon after me.
For those who do not believe me, below is what I consider to be a classy picture of me in action – snowshoeing in my birthday suit.
Please be warned however, that if you scroll down you will see human buttocks. If you are offended by a simple naked bum, then please refrain from scrolling down, cover your eyes or immediately leave this blog!
Many folks may not know that the etymological meaning of the word gym is “naked” – originating from the Greek word ‘gymnos’. In fact, the Greek use to compete in sports wearing nothing but their birthday suit. Now, I’m certain that their sports did not involve winter snow, but I think we can agree that I gave new meaning to the term ‘extreme sport’ – insofar as snowshoeing is concerned.
In the end I’m very happy that I accepted the invitation for a weekend in the countryside. Again, I was able to eat, drink and be merry. I was able to try things that I’ve never tried before (a.k.a snowshoeing in a kilt). And more importantly, I was able to spend valuable time with lifetime childhood friends – some that I had not seen in ages.
I’m already looking forward to my next visit to the countryside. And in the meantime, I’ll be attending Igloofest this weekend and probably the weekend after that. Turns out that it’s a win-win for me afterall, since I got to visit the countryside and I still get to attend Igloofest.
The only question remaining is what I’ll be wearing to Igloofest? A Borat mankini, a kilt, a one-piece snowsuit or my birthday suit with snowshoes?