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 guy sleeper for camping. It turned out to be a warm late spring day along with the weather seemed like it was really going to be showery. I checked in, and was assigned a place to camp. I promptly 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 the ones who were, were fairly friendly. The pool was open, but being early in the year, http://nudests.net was plenty cold, despite the warmness of the evening. As it got http://nudeyes.com , I wasn’t really prepared to go to bed yet. I noticed that there was smoke coming from the chimney in the lodge.
It was still drizzly, but not chilly at all. Still, I thought that a fire might be nice 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 couches in a semi circle around the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists always carry towels to sit down on), sat, and opened up my novel.
People drifted in and out, and I talked to quite a few them, including Ellen, the owner/manager 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 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 children. There was a 13 or 14 year old girl, a boy of 11, along with a younger girl who seemed to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was evident that they were regular members, and had a permanent camper already set up. The children were obviously unsettled after the vehicle ride, and the parents looked like two individuals who’d worked all day before beginning on their weekend trip, 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 take a seat. As children normally do, they had their own program. “Mother, can we go to the frog pond?” After a moments thought she answered, “That Is fine, but take your clothes off first.”
I was instantly struck by several thoughts. First of all was, “What a really unusual thing to hear a Mother say to her kids in a public place. The 2nd thing was, “That makes plenty of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the kids got wet and boggy playing in the rain. They would rinse right away. Here was a Mom who wouldn’t have a lot 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 man-made, and live in a way which was comfortable and natural.