Behind the Scenes of naked at havasu: Hidden Paths and Stories

On a cliff at dawn in naked at havasu, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with naked at havasu,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “naked at havasu, naked at havasu, naked at havasu!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “naked at havasu” bliss.