It was at a rustic facility currently called Drake’s Ridge in very rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with strategies to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I had a Nissan pick-up with a high rise cap which I had outfitted as a one guy sleeper for camping. It turned out to be a warm late spring day and also the weather appeared like it was going to be wet. I checked in, and was assigned a place to camp. I immediately undressed before I did anything else. After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I wandered around the grounds a little. There were not a lot of folks there yet, but the ones who were, were rather friendly. The pool was open, but being early in the year, the water was plenty chilly, despite the warmness of the evening. As it got dark, I wasn’t truly prepared to go to bed yet. I noticed that there was smoke coming from the chimney at the lodge.
It was still drizzly, but not chilly at all. Still, I believed that a fire may be nice to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got http://nudebeachpicture.net from my things and headed for the lodge. Indoors there were several chairs and sofas in a semi circle round the hearth. I put my towel down on one (nudists always carry towels to sit on), sat, and opened up my book. People drifted in and out, and I spoke to a number of them, including Ellen, the owner/supervisor who was still waiting for folks to come and check in. She turned out to be very active in the national naturist organizations, and was also a political activist who’d done a good deal to further the cause of nudism in diverse legal arenas.
It was during this time a van pulled up outside and in came a family. They consisted of Mother and Dad with three kids. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, and also a younger girl who looked to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was clear that they were regular members, and had a permanent camper already set up. The kids were obviously fretful after the vehicle ride, and the parents looked like two individuals who’d worked all day before beginning on their weekend excursion, in other words; tired. It wasn’t terribly late yet, so the parents sat down on a couch opposite me and began to relax. The children, on the other hand were in no mood to sit. As kids generally do, they had their own program. “Mom, can we visit the frog pond?” After a moments thought she answered, “That Is good, but take your clothes off first.”
I was immediately struck by several notions. First of all was, “What a truly strange thing to hear a Mother say to her kids in a public place. The second thing was, “That makes lots of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the kids got http://beach-photos.net and boggy playing in the rain. They’d rinse right off.
Here was a Mom who wouldn’t have lots of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was eventually in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who had managed to lay aside the manufactured, and live in a manner that was comfortable and natural.