It was at http://voy-zone.com called Drake’s Ridge in rather rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with plans to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I ‘d a Nissan pickup with a high rise cap which I had outfitted as a one guy sleeper for camping. It was a warm late spring day and also the weather appeared like it was going to be rainy. 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 strolled around the grounds a little. There weren’t lots of people there yet, but http://videonudism.com/outdoor who were, were fairly 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 ready 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 whatsoever. Still, I believed that a fire may be pleasant to drive off the dampness. With that thought I got a book from my things and headed for the lodge. Indoors there were several chairs and sofas in a semicircle round the hearth. I put my towel down on one (nudists consistently carry towels to sit down on), sat, and opened up my book. People wandered 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’d done a good deal to further the cause of nudism in diverse legal arenas.
It was during this time that 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, plus a younger girl who seemed to be about 8. Overhearing their conversation with Ellen, it was apparent that they were regular members, and had a long-term camper already set up. The children were clearly restless following the car ride, and the parents looked like two individuals who’d worked all day before starting on their weekend excursion, in other words; tired. It was not very late yet, so the parents sat down on a couch opposite me and started to relax. The children, on the other hand were in no mood to take a seat.
As kids usually do, they had their own agenda. “Mom, can we visit the frog pond?” After a moments consideration she answered, “That Is good, but take your clothes off first.”
I was immediately struck by several notions. 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 lots of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the children got wet and boggy playing in the rain. They would rinse right away. Here was a Mother who wouldn’t have a lot of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was finally in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who’d managed to lay aside the man-made, and live in a way that was comfortable and natural.