First Time Encounter

This may look a bit strange, but I first got interested in nudism when I was about ten years old. I read the Adam & Eve story and wondered what it’d be like to be naked outside. So I went out to a patch of woods near our house and took off my clothes.

It felt amazing with the sun and air on my bare body. I was hooked from then on.I still go for walks in the woods for a naked hike. I started going to a nudist camp in southwest PA called White Thorn Lodge. I’m intending to join WhiteThorn Lodge this year.

I additionally have being to Avalon Resort in WV.they’ve a bare motorcycle show there in the summer. It is almost always a good time.

-Bob H.
Mannington, West Virginia
Fearful, But For What?

Every summer from my late 20s to 30s I ‘d go to the office of Goodland in Hackettstown, NJ and inquire all sorts of questions and chicken out and go home. Finally the year that I turned 40 I got brave enough to truly enter the gate and discover out what I was missing.

as soon as I disrobed in the parking lot I felt totally relaxed. This is actually the first time which I went into the pool and allow the suns rays dry me and felt the wind lightly caress my whole body. The feeling was .

Now I go to Rock Lodge with my fiance. Rock Lodge was her first experience. At Rock Lodge I experienced two firsts. It was the first time which I walked in the rain nude and I also had the opportunity to drive my car that way too. We find the people there to be somewhat friendly and we feel really relaxed there.

What I was afraid of I will never understand but I’m happy I took that first step several years past.

-Jim A.
New Jersey
Proud To Be an Advocate

Having been exposed to nudist magazines as a child, embraced the pleasure of being bare. It wasn’t until I went off to college that I was able to truly join a club in Spokane, WA. What a thrill having the ability to be with other like-minded people of all ages. Upon moving to Seattle I had the chance to join another club in which I attended monthly swims.

While I am rather isolated from the west side clubs and resorts here in Oregon, I more than ever consecrated to the nudist lifestyle and encourage it every chance I get with relatives and buddies. I can not think of a better way to spend time home or when the weather is fine outside. When you’ve tried it, you will never look back.

-Rod N.
Pendleton,, Oregon
How My Wife Became a Nudist

I met my wife in 1961. We were married in 1963. I was hired by TWA in 1966. I picked San Francisco as my domicile. When we moved to California, we lived with Sharon’s mom until we found an apartment. We were hired to manage the building we lived in.

About 1968 we were listening to a radio show. The topic of the show was free beaches. I knew what they were but Sharon did not have a hint. I had not brought up nudism with her since I had a bad encounter with a prior girlfriend I tried to introduce to nudism.

Sharon requested (in a kidding way,)”you would like to check that out, don’t you?”

I mentioned, “Sure!” She said not without her! I said, “Excellent!, let’s do it!” The next week the show had people from nudist resorts talking about national nude weekend.

The host asked why people would go to a resort and pay ground fees when they could go to the free beaches. They gave several good reasons. Sharon said the resorts seemed better and if we go we’ll go there. I asked her if she needed to go to Santa Cruz. We put on suits, shorts and tshirts. On the way I pulled off to a side road. Sharon asked where I was going; I said it was a surprise. as soon as I pulled in to a drive, she inquired again.

I told her it was a spot we heard about on the radio. She was uneasy. I said since we were here let’s take the tour, that we did not have to stay. We took the tour, the guide said if we wanted to remain drive in, take our clothes away and love! I managed to talk her into remaining a half hour.

She inquired if we had to get naked right away. She said no, get cozy, than get naked. We drove in, I got bare, but Sharon did not right away. It took her no time to take all her clothes off. She said she felt out of place with her clothing on.

We were nudists until she got cancer. Sharon passed away 9/11/2001. Not a good day! I resumed nudism after her departure.

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
My First Naked Experience

It was May 1960, I was a student at U of Champaign. I ‘d been reading nudist magazines since I was in high school, starting about 1950. At first I looked at the graphics, but after becoming bored I began to read the magazines. I decided that someday I would want to be a nudist.

I joined the Air Force after I graduated from high school. I continued to purchase magazines while in the A.F. but at that time the law sometimes raided the nudist camps so I never tried to go. I was now free to go and I was in comfortable driving distance to a nudist camp, Zoro Nature Park.

I drove to the camp. When I arrived the woman in the gate inquired if I’d written to get permission to go to. I said no. She called the owner, Alois Knapp. He came to the gate, asked me if I was a nudist and how I knew about Zoro. I told him I had been reading nudist magazines for several years and wanted to be a nudist.

He let me go in the camp for the day but asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said yes, but she was at school in Rock Island, Ill. He said to bring her next time that I came. I said I would try. After the spring session was over we both went home and resumed relationship. In about three weeks I asked Josie to go with me to this camp I had visited in Indiana. I told her it proved to be a real nice area, the folks were pleasant and friendly, there was a pond to swim in, volleyball courts, etc. I said I thought she would love it.

She asked me what was this “nature park.” I told her there were trails through the woods. She kept asking for more information and I finally told her we could go skinny-dipping in the pond.

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When she heard that she asked if this place was a nudist colony.

In those days there was no Internet for info so I ‘d nothing to direct me to clarify nudism to her. She called me a pervert, smacked my face and broke our relationship. Gee, I wish I’d understood the way to explain nudism to her before asking her to join me for that visit to Zoro!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada

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