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As a nudist
backpacker and canoe
camper, a
constant goal is to lighten the load. After each
trip my wife and I would go through our gear to
determine if anything which didn't get used was
even needed. Over the years our packs have lost 30
to 40% of their weight. After one particularly
tough trek through the Ha-De-Ron-De Wilderness
area, where we had seen no one else for three
days, out went the bathing suits. Since then we
have grown fond of skinny-dipping and sunbathing,
although in the privacy of wilderness. One other
couple with whom we backpack had also given up on
wet bathing suits and after sharing a few
refreshing dips with us confessed to being
naturists.
For two years our friends promised to take us to a
nudist park, but it never happened. Finally late
in 1996, my wife Peggy, and I decided to make it
to a park in 1997 on our own. Not knowing where to
go resulted in a letter to the AANR, which put us
in contact with SunFun and got a copy of the North
American Guide.
On a May vacation
trip to Florida, we took the plunge into our first
social nude experience. Near Pensacola, we visited
the Riviera Naturist Resort. It is a small place
managed by a retired couple. The wife , dressed in
a tee shirt that hung to to her knees, checked us
in, then told us to drive the motorcycle to the
back of the volleyball court where her husband was
working. He will tell us where to pitch our tent.
On the way back we saw a nude man mowing his lawn,
this was a minor shock, but upon encountering the
park manager painting a fence in the buff all
seamed normal. As we set up our tent, we discarded
our clothing piece by piece, mostly due to the
heat of the day. By the time the camp was set up,
we were naked.
As we headed to
the pool, I asked Peg if she felt funny? She
answered "no", My reply was "me neither". Since
then we have been enjoying the sun and fun of
naturism at every chance we get.
Wife's
Perspective:
John and
I have been together for 33 years, so our feelings
about things run quite close, but I feel my first
time was on a canoe trip in the Adirondaks. Our
tent was set up on an island in a remote lake.
John was getting the rest of our site settled, so
I decided to get comfortable. I don't know what
came over me but I took off all my clothes and
walked down to the beach where John was working.
John was very surprised for this was completely
out of form for me. But, in doing this it led to
four days of communing with nature. I'm not a
prude, but I would have never considered running
around without clothes outside but it felt so good
having sun and fresh air on parts that never felt
it before. It took a couple of backpacking trips
with our friends to get use to skinnydipping in
mixed company, but it got a little easier each
time. Since these trips, we've sunbathed nude in
our back yard, but our first nature resort finally
happened on our motorcycle trip to Florida this
past may
We drove through
the gates of Riviera and into a new phase in our
lives. One thing I learned from friends at our
first resort, was don't forget your sunscreen or
hat!
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