This might look a bit strange, but I first got interested in nudism when I was about ten years old. I read the Adam & Eve story and wondered what it would be like to be naked outside. So I went out to a patch of woods near our house and took off my clothes.
It felt amazing with the sun and air on my naked body. I was hooked from then on.I still go for walks in the woods for a naked hike. I started going to a nudist camp in southwest PA called White Thorn Lodge. I’m intending to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.
I additionally have being to Avalon Resort in WV.they’ve a nude motorcycle show there in the summertime. http://beach-archive.com is always a good time.
-Bob H.
Mannington, West Virginia
Fearful, But For What?
Every summer from my late 20s to 30s I ‘d go to the office of Goodland in Hackettstown, NJ and inquire all sorts of questions and chicken out and go home. Eventually the year that I turned 40 I got brave enough to really enter the gate and figure out what I was missing.
When I disrobed in the parking lot I felt totally relaxed. This is actually the first time that I went into the pool and allow the suns rays dry me and felt the breeze gently caress my entire body. The feeling was quite refreshing.
Today I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first encounter. At Rock Lodge I experienced two firsts. It was the very first time which I walked in the rain nude and I also had the chance to drive my car that way too. We locate the folks there to be very friendly and we feel quite relaxed there.
What I was afraid of I ‘ll never understand but I’m happy I took that first step many years back.
-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate
Having been exposed to nudist magazines as a child, I always embraced the joy of being nude. It wasn’t until I went off to school that I was able to really join a club in Spokane, WA. What a thrill having the ability to be with other like-minded people of all ages. Upon moving to Seattle I had the opportunity to join another club in which I attended monthly swims.
While I’m somewhat detached from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever committed to the nudist lifestyle and promote it every chance I get with relatives and buddies. I can’t think of a better way to spend time home or when the weather is nice outside. When you have tried it, you will never look back.
-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
How My Wife Became a Nudist
I met my wife in 1961. We were married in 1963.
I was hired by TWA in 1966. I selected San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mum until we found an apartment. We were hired to manage the building we lived in.
About 1968 we were listening to a radio show. The subject of the show was free beaches. I knew what they were but Sharon didn’t have a clue. I had not brought up nudism with her since I had a bad experience with a past girlfriend I attempted to introduce to nudism.
Sharon asked (in a kidding manner,)”You want to check that out, do not you?”
I mentioned, “Sure!” She said not without her! I said, “Fantastic!, let us do it!” The next week the show had individuals from nudist resorts talking about national naked weekend.
The host asked why people would go to a resort and pay earth fees when they could go to the free beaches. They gave several great reasons. Sharon said the resorts seemed better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she needed to really go to Santa Cruz. We put on suits, shorts and t-shirts. On the way I pulled off to a side road. Sharon asked where I was going; I said it was a surprise. When I pulled in to a drive, she inquired again.
I told her it was a spot we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I said since we were here let’s take the tour, that we didn’t have to remain. We took the tour, the guide said if we needed to stay drive in, take our clothes away and appreciate! I was able to talk her into staying http://macdollars.net .
She asked if we needed to get nude right away. She said no, get cozy, than get bare. We drove in, I got bare, but Sharon didn’t right away. It took her no time to take all her clothing off. She said she felt out of place with her clothing on.
We were nudists until she got cancer. Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a good day! I restarted nudism after her death.
-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Naked Encounter
It was May 1960, I was a student at U of Ill.in Champaign. I had been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, starting about 1950. At first I looked at the graphics, but after becoming bored I started to read the magazines. I decided that someday I’d prefer to be a nudist.
I joined the Air Force after I graduated from high school. I continued to purchase magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law occasionally raided the nudist camps so I never tried to go. I was now free to go and I was in comfortable driving distance to a nudist camp, Zoro Nature Park.
I drove to the camp. When I arrived the lady at the gate inquired if I’d written to get permission to go to. I said no. She called the owner, Alois Knapp. He came to the gate, asked me if I was a nudist and how I knew about Zoro. I told him I ‘d been reading nudist magazines for many years and needed to become a nudist.
He let me go in the camp for the day but asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said yes, but she was at school in Rock Island, Ill. He said to bring her next time I came. I said I’d attempt. Following the spring session was over we both went home and restarted relationship. In about three weeks I requested Josie to go with me to this camp I’d visited in Indiana. I told her it proved to be a real nice spot, the people were nice and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I thought she would enjoy it.
She asked me what was this “nature park.” I told her there were trails through the woods. She kept asking to find out more and I eventually told her we could go skinny-dipping in the pond. When she discovered that she asked if this place was a nudist colony.
In those days there was no Internet for advice so I ‘d nothing to guide me to explain nudism to her. She called me a pervert, slapped my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I had known the way to describe nudism to her before asking her to join me for that visit to Zoro!
-George F.
Fallon, Nevada