SLATE: My Vacation at a Nudist Camp

[Naturist Mark]

Bare-Naked Lady

My vacation at a nudist camp.

By Emily Yoffe


The most disconcerting part of my visit to a nudist camp I'll call "Hidden Bush" occurred when I got in a discussion about the benefits of nudity with a longtime member I'll call "Dick." Nudists, nudists will tell you, are very friendly, and Dick had spotted me as a newcomer as I stood naked and adrift by the pool. He came over to welcome me and proselytize for the benefits of nudism. He told me about the cruise he had taken to Alaska with 2,000 other naked people, and as I tried to envision all of this sagging flesh chugging toward unsuspecting caribou, I was distracted by a more immediate, awful sight. I could see myself reflected in Dick's sunglasses. All of me. It was impossible to follow our chitchat as I watched my pale flesh quiver every time I made a gesture.

[Guest]

Alas, not everyone appreciates the intrinsic value that all opportunities provide. However, I would suggest that if she had taken her husband with her, the experience would have yielded a different and more satisfying memory. I have gone to many different locations both as a single, single unaccompanied, a single who was later joined by someone, and as part of a couple. Each left a different level of appreciation based on where I was in the respective relationships. Starting off single and then being joined by someone was the most widespread as those that wanted no contact with me up front were anxious to say hello there nice I was no longer alone. Ah well, not everyone is meant to live in paradise!