What Do You Do When There’s a Naked, Raving Man on Your Favorite Hiking Trail?
Saturday morning began like any other on Camelback; then normal stopped. Just past the longest handrail section on Camelback Mountain’s Echo Trail, I saw a full-grown, stark naked man (no shoes, either) having a conversation with himself on his way to the summit. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said (switching voices from child to…