It was my first experience at a “Landed Nudist Club”.

It was at a pastoral facility currently called Drake’s Ridge in rather rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with plans to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I had a Nissan pickup with a high rise cap which I had outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It was a warm late spring day along with the weather seemed like it was really going to be wet. I checked in, and was assigned a spot to camp. I immediately undressed before I did anything else.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I wandered around the grounds a bit. There weren’t a lot of people there yet, but the ones who were, were rather friendly. As it got dark, I was not truly prepared to go to bed yet.
It was still drizzly, but not chilly at all. However, I believed that a fire might be pleasant to drive off the dampness. Indoors there were several seats and sofas in a semi circle round the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists consistently carry towels to sit down 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 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 lot to help the cause of nudism in different legal arenas.
They consisted of Mother and Dad with three children. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, and also a younger girl who appeared to be about 8. The kids were clearly fidgety following the vehicle ride, along with looked like two people who had 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 down. As kids generally do, they had their own agenda. “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 notions. First of all was, “What a really peculiar thing to hear a Mother say to her children in a public place. The 2nd thing was, “That makes plenty of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the children got wet and boggy playing in the rain. They would 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’d managed to lay aside the manufactured, and live in a way that was comfortable and natural.

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