It was at a rustic facility now 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 pickup with a highrise cap which I had outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It was a warm late spring day along with the weather looked like it was going to be wet. I checked in, and was assigned a location 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 bit. There weren’t a lot of folks there yet, but http://x-nudism.com/demo1.php who were, were quite friendly. The pool was open, but being early in the year, the water was plenty cold, regardless of the warmness of the evening. As it got dark, I was not really 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 in any way. Still, I thought that a fire might be fine to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got a book from my things and headed for the lodge. Inside there were several seats and sofas in a semi-circle round the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists constantly carry towels to sit on), sat, and opened up my novel. People wandered in and out, and I spoke to several them, including Ellen, the owner/supervisor who was still waiting for people to come and check in. She turned out to be very active in the national naturist organizations, and was also a political activist who had done a lot to help the cause of nudism in different 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, as well as a younger girl who looked to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was obvious that they were regular members, and had a long-lasting camper already set up. The kids were obviously fretful following the car ride, along with the parents looked like two individuals who’d worked all day before starting on their weekend trip, in other words; tired. It wasn’t very late yet, so the parents sat down on a couch opposite me and started to relax. The kids, on the other hand were in no mood to sit down. As children normally do, they had their own schedule. “Mother, can we visit the frog pond?” After a moments consideration she responded, “That Is fine, but take your clothes off first.”
I was instantly struck by several ideas. First of all was, “What http://nudistsplace.com to hear a Mother say to her children in a public place. The second thing was, “That makes lots of sense.”
It wouldn’t matter a bit if the children got wet and muddy playing in the rain. They’d rinse right away. Here was a Mother 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’d managed to lay aside the manufactured, and live in a manner that was comfortable and natural.