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

It was at a pastoral facility now called Drake’s Ridge in very rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with plans to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I ‘d a Nissan pick-up with a highrise cap which I ‘d outfitted as a one man sleeper for camping. It turned out to be a warm late spring day as well as the weather seemed like it was really going to be showery. I checked in, and was assigned a location to camp. I promptly undressed before I did . After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I strolled around the grounds a bit. 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 in any way. However, I believed that a fire might be fine 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 always carry towels to sit on), sat, and opened up my novel. People wandered in and out, and I talked to a number of them, including Ellen, the owner/manager 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 areas.
They consisted of Mom and Dad with three children. The children were obviously restless following the vehicle ride, and the parents looked like two individuals who’d worked all day before starting on their weekend trip, in other words; tired. It was not really 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 children generally do, they had their own plan. “Mom, can we go to the frog pond?” After a moments consideration she responded, “That’s fine, but take your clothes off first.”
I was immediately struck by several thoughts. First of all was, “What a really peculiar thing to hear a Mother say to her kids in a public place. The 2nd thing was, “That makes a lot of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the children got wet and muddy 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 had managed to lay aside the artificial, and live in ways that was comfortable and natural.


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