Focus all nudists! When you go hiking, always bring a compassand a towel!

I learned this lesson the hard way.
It was late spring in 2001 and I chose to learn more about the hills over the new Elysium property in Malibu, California. Elysium had relocated only a few months before from its 30-year home in Topanga after the daughters of its own late founder, Ed Lange, determined to sell. Betty and Sandy Meltzer, longtime Elysium Board members, had bought 27 acres of mostly undeveloped land about 20 miles to the west and relocated the nudist resort there.
The Malibu property was next to what hikers understand as The Backbone Trail, a 100-mile footpath that snakes through the Santa Monica Mountains and rings the Los Angeles basin. The most popular trail supplies hikers and nature lovers a magnificent solution to enjoy the region’s flora and fauna in its natural state. This kind of day was overcast, yet warm, a perfect day to go hiking, or so I thought. I’d hiked the Malibu property and parts of the Backbone Trail many times before and never ran into anybody. Ordinarily would wear tennis shoes plus a baseball cap and carry a bottle of water and a towel (just in case I ran into someone). These days, yet, I wanted to be daring. I needed to hike without wearing or carrying anything, to be absolutely bare! No tennis shoes, no towel, , no water bottle. Nothing but the trail and me.
As I had done many times before, I walked beyond the property line and onto the Backbone Trail. As I progressed on my hike, I began to see the fog rolling in from the coast. It wasn’t long before I chose to turn around and head back. Maybe half an hour or so after, the fog had rolled in so that the visibility I had was no more than ten feet. After another hour or so, I realized I was walking around in circles.

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I didn’t understand which way was West (the ocean) and I couldn’t find the Elysium Property. Additionally , I started to stress since the temperature often falls dramatically in the evenings in the hills of Malibu.
Imagine if I cant find my way back during daylight? I continued on the trail, now going in a direction I simply knew was wrong. After another hour or so, I heard what sounded like farm equipment, a tractor possibly. Subsequently a house seemed out of the fog. I considered to myself, I have two choices. If I go down the hill to the home, the people there may phone the authorities. If I stay up on the trail, I may still be walking after the sun goes down and freeze. I made the choice to go down the hill toward the house.
As I continued down the hill, I saw a man along with a woman. I stopped and I shouted you-who! As the man and girl looked up and saw me I said, Im lost and I need a towel. I went on to say I’m not mad. My friends allow me to trek bare on their property.
Then I smiled. The woman said that she’d get me a towel and walked to the home. The man only looked up at me and did not say a thing.
When the girl came back with a towel plus a tshirt, I continued my walk down the hill and toward their property. I thanked the woman as I wrapped the towel around my waist and put on the t-shirt. I then inquired which way was the road. The woman pointed and said, Its that way.
I’ve often wondered what went through the head of that woman. I suppose she could have just as easily called the police as help me. On the other hand, living up in a distant portion of the Santa Monica Mountains, Ill wager she has seen a lot of strange things and met lots of interesting individuals who have wandered off the Backbone Trail. I am only able to suppose what her version of the encounter is when she tells her friends about the day a bare guy came down the hill toward their house and asked for a towel and directions. On the other hand, perhaps she didn’t think it was unusual in any way. Ill never know.
So if you ever find yourself nude and lost in the mountains, just remain calm, and remember, occasionally a huge grin will cover a lot!

I want to just start off by saying a little about myself. Im a 25 year old man and was brought up in

a house where nudity wasnt prohibited, but it was recognized that nudity proved to be a personal thing.

I cant honestly recall ever seeing anyone nude growing up. I did however like to be naked by myself and occasionally swim nude in our pool. I could barely consider myself a nudist.
Now onto my first encounter, which occurred just this past weekend. My aunt and uncle encouraged me to go with them to the desert for the weekend to ride their quads and 4×4. Essentially simply a holiday. It had been a little over a year since I ‘d seen them and we got to catching up about whats new in our own lives. It was then that they told me that they were trying nudism. The way that my aunt said it was kind of tongue in cheek , and so I thought she was kidding. So I said, In Case you do it, Ill do it, in a joking tone. Nothing else was said about it during the remainder of the drive.
After a day of riding and having a terrific time, I went into their travel trailer to get cleaned up while my uncle headed off into town to get more gas for the next day. My aunt was becoming cleaned in the shower so I just started watching television. After a couple of minutes, she comes out of the small shower totally naked. After taking a brief look, my instincts were to look away at the tv. She then sat directly across from me and started running a comb through her hair. Having never seen her like this, I saw that she was in incredible physical shape for a female in her mid forties. Seeing that I seemed uncomfortable, she asked if she should cover up. I told her that she didnt have to, it was her trailer and she should do as she pleased. I then got up and took a shower. After departing the ridiculously tiny toilet (fully clothed), I took the same seat across from her and started to watch tv again. She asked me if I was open to the idea of nudism and what I thought about it. We started chatting and I discovered that I got used to her being nude, also it became easier to talk with her. She’d covered herself with a blanket from the waist down, so it seemed that talking to my topless aunt was simpler than speaking to my completely naked aunt. I’d told her about my closet nudist activities before. She told me that social nudism is far easier if you just go for it rather than second guessing whether youll fit in. With this time, my uncle had made it back and was jumping into the shower. I told her that my main worry was getting an erection, in front of my aunt no less. She explained that thats a common fear and that it probably wouldnt occur. But if did, its not something to be embarrassed about, its a normal matter. She then got up to make dinner in the kitchen/living area (yea, its that little!). After our conversation, I didnt really mind that she was absolutely nude again. Paying a lot more attention to preparing the meal, she inquired if I was interested in trying societal nudism with them. I told her that I would like to. So using her just go for it slogan, I stripped off everything right afterward. Good for you she said. Nearly instantly, my fear was realized. As soon as that last stitch was away, and she turned around, I got an immediate full on erection. She simply looked at me in young nudist family and said relax, the difficult parts over. I sat down and went back to attempting to focus on the television show. After a few deathly, humiliating moments, I realized something quite intriguing. I did not get an erection since I was turned on by my aunt (thank god!), I got one because I was nude in front of her. Having never been in this place before, I was responding to it with a sexual feeling, where it had nothing to do with sex. Once I recognized that there was nothing sexual about nudism, I relaxed a lot.
Then my uncle emerged from the shower and my embarrassment emerged again. My entire life, I’ve been on the lanky side and have had poor self esteem because of it. But I could tell instantly that I was physically ,ahem, smaller than him in every way! We ended up talking about that and how self acceptance is actually a huge part of nudism. Those three days were probably the most freeing days Ive ever had. I came away from this excursion with a feeling of optimism and great self acceptance and self esteem. In a way, stripping away the garments freed me from self loathing. I cant wait till the following trip!

My very first time at a nude beach was at Little Beach in Hawaii. I had gone over and stayed back from

the seashore getting up enough courage to go over to the seashore. Eventually decided it was something I ‘d wanted to do, so walked on down, found a spot and took off my swimsuit. The next measure was to get up and go play in the water that I did.

Another time was at a warm springtime and there was another man there sitting in a seat nude. After sitting in the spring for awhile, I got out and enjoyed the sunshine naked also. At first when other folks came, I would put the towel over me, but after observing him, I had the nerve to stay uncovered with the the next couple of people that came. came and he stripped down to get in the spring, the lady though changed into a swimsuit with him holding the towel up. She did loosen up some and would let her top straps down. Once the top slide a little to show one breast and so she casually pulled it upward again. It seemed like she needed to join in, or at least go topless, but simply could never move ahead with it.

My recent brave move was to go out naked in the yard of the condo we were staying at with my wife. She’s not into nudism and so occasionally when we’re alone someone and I have gone nude, she isn’t really approving.

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But it is early in the year and I was longing to get some nude time in the sun, so simply walked right outside and layed on the lounge chair. With the solitude wall at this spot, I was expecting she wouldn’t say anything or be upset. She joined me in her bikini and seemed comfortable with me laying out nude. Later on she took her top off which was somewhat surprising. After she slipped her bottoms off and joined me naked. Even more surprising was the next day when we were going outside to catch some sunlight. She didn’t even trouble to place her bikini on, but simply went straight out naked. There were still other times that she still wore her bikini, but encouraging that she was willing to do some nude sunbathing. Looking forward to the summer with her to see how far is willing to go.

One last time to associate was when I was at a little resevoir and was laying on a inflatable mat floating on the water. I had on some swimwear that had some clasps, so I released the clasps and enjoyed floating on the mat bare. There were boats going by and a few other people on the beach, but it felt so fine. I’ve done this again after I got past the initial first time. Always keep them handy in case a ranger comes by.

Ah, nudists! Over the years I Have grown to really love nudists and nudist

hangouts in general. Now, as a young kids, closer to infancy, I remember we consistently made like Tommy from the Rugrats and continuously stripped our clothes off. Our parents ran round the home trying to pick up the articles of clothing as we ran by them, tossing off something else. (Eventually they taped all our clothing on with duct tape and then further fastened us to our high chair with said tape. Your parents did not tape you? Oh, well then I might’ve merely been one of the fortunate ones. Oh I jest, calm down) As a
Kid, I needed to go through my parents divorce, then the difficult decision of trying to figure out who to live with. In the beginning, I lived with my mother for a couple years. I still recall all the different roommates we’d living with us homosexual, straight, male or female, people from all walks of life. For that I thank her because I grew up being socially well rounded with numerous belief systems and lifestyles around me. , whom I still have as a good buddy in my life, was a gentleman (whom well call George) who practiced nudism. Well, not that you’ve got to “practice being nude” since we all are under our clothes anyway, but those who prefer that lifestyle do have a tendency to drop those outer garments a lot! To his credit, instead of just being naked all of the time, he always made sure that it’d be alright with all the other roommates including my mother, my sister and I, before he appeared undressed, so that everyone in the house wouldnt be too disturbed when he was “practicing his lifestyle.” Of course as a young girl, the sight of a naked man running across the house can be something of a giggle, but because of how I ‘d been brought up, I wasnt troubled by it. as soon as I needed to have non-nudist friends over, I would make sure to inform him so ahead of time and he’d instantly go throw on a set of short pants without a grievance. So the system we had in the household worked just fine.
My mom was very openly passionate about nudity also, together with all those other taboo issues that come up awkwardly when youre a teenager when talking with your parents. To her credit, instead of waiting until my sister and I reached our teenager years, she made sure that we understood about different things that go on in other peoples houses, behind closed doors, and even in our home not that being naked was a tremendous thing. ( I don’t have any doubt if our President and his staff ran around naked, the countrys reaction would be one of total acceptance!)] Mother was a “not everywhere, not all the time” nudist, meaning she liked to hang out at home naked, run across the backyard naked, but not run around a nudist park. Societal nudity outdoors with several hundred other folks merely wasnt her thing.
It was, however, Georges thing, and he belonged to a neighborhood nudist resort and spent most weekends there. I remember asking him about the area and he always answered enthusiastically about it as being nice as well as a fun place, but I wasnt quite ready yet. He made a standing invitation for my mom, my sister and I to go whenever we decided it was time, but he would not do so without my mothers written permission and with everyone’s complete understanding of what the conduct rules were there. Eventually, perhaps a year later, my mother and sister did go with him, and appreciated the experience very much. But by then had moved out and lived with my father and stepmom and was being raised in a somewhat sheltered, religious sort of manner. This whole nudist thing didnt look sinful, but modesty was drilled into my head, so I was less amenable to the notion of being naked around others until a few years after.
Then came the “Great Rebellion of Age Fourteen,” and one day while hanging out at my mothers house I eventually got the nerve to ask George if I could go with him to this nudist resort and see what all the fuss was about. We both made sure it was fine with my mother, and it was, so off we went to the nudist park! Being the shy, clumsy youngster I was, I did not run around chucking my clothes right away. Instead, I believe the first couple of times I fixed myself in the pool and rarely left it, except perhaps to play a game of badminton. (Yes,I played badminton as a child. You didn’t? Gosh you really missed out! Oh yes, so back to naked badminton…) It wasnt that I was uneasy in the place, because everyone was really pleasant and supportive. I assume I played badminton to stop from staring at people. It is difficult not to stare at fifty or so people lounging about like lizards in the sun with no shred of clothes on. Specially when you are fourteen. Naturally, when you are fourteen, you also thank the gods for your youth and tight skin. One thing I understand I can thank the nudists for were their bashes.
It’s uncanny how many parties they throw. I think they sit in front of a calendar saying ‘Alright, so Halloween is coming up at the end of the month, then there’s Thanksgiving, but damnit! There must be something in between!” Then they realize there is Election Day (which isn’t actually something to celebrate these days), Veteran’s Day, and Eid Al-Fitr (for all you fasting nudists out therethough they’re tough to find). Those days are celebratory enough, so they throw a party and have a lot of food and sit around drinking their cocktails, eating everything in sight (at least I did), and celebrating their nakedness, er I mean the vacation at hand.
On one such holiday, I can’t recall which, they’d one quite talented member of the resort staff doing body painting on anyone who was interested. Now, if you have never had a paintbrush pulled across your buttocks, well let me tell you, it tickles! I chose to get up enough courage to get the gentleman paint a dragon from my shoulder to just under my back. It looked lovely, really! Everyone was telling me how amazing it seemed, on me and only in general. I believe even a German television crew was there filming the festivities. Those Germans, they’ll put anything on television – even a lot of ol’ nude people. But so I pranced around all day, showing off my backside to each adoring onlooker. Afterwards, much of my body shyness dissipated after that day.
After that I made many return visits and then I began looking forward to it practically every weekend, as I had made many friends there of all ages, and loved being able to simply lounge about in the sun. I enjoyed it so much, after a couple of years I gently began telling some of my friends about it. To my surprise many were interested themselves, and eventually I brought to the resort a girl friend from high school. Later the same year I brought there my boyfriend in the time (even though he proved to be much more religiously repressed than I ever was.) And still later that summer, I brought an Internet friend from Ohio while he seen to share his first day of social nudity with our club members. Over the the next couple of years, I encouraged quite several buddies to join me in the resort, and all of them wound up having a terrific experience! As you are able to view, this lifestyle is something which now I really enjoy sharing with folks I know. As a young woman, I’ve finally moved out on my own, and I enjoy running around my own house naked whenever I get the chance (and at my moms house whenever I return to visit.) I’m now proud to say I am a Nudist (with a capital “N”), and I have my mother and her roommate George to thank for it, those many years ago.
That all being said, I believe I ‘ve some sunning to do.

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It’s a rather wonderful day and I Have a great balcony that is calling to me.

It is difficult to understand exactly when or where my first bare experience was like except being really youthful playing in the water.

I used to be a part of a club where my favourite spot and activity was to swim laps in the pool. It felt free being there without a swimsuit. Back then work consumed much of my time, yet, those trips were well worth the drive because it was a spot which allowed me to become more socially & spiritually linked with the few very special people there. It was nice to attend an occasion; although it was the nature and quiet times I appreciated . Being there looked like follow of paradise’.
Often there were times, while driving freely down the frontage road on hot summer days, the highway to the right was packed with cars inching their way to the shore. I’d chuckle inside thinking . . . if only the people knew of this better spot just around the bend!

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My philosophy of naturism is that all of us are born nude because this is natures way of saying it’s totally natural to be naked. Additionally it is the most comfortable way to be also. Having the ability to swim without clothes and to sense the cool water, the breezes, and open air, even the raindrops — this has been among the very most freeing experiences Ive ever known. It is especially nice in the common company of special friends.
After reaching my 30s I got a better awareness of myself and began accepting my imperfections. When the 40s came around, I stop caring so much about what other people may be saying or believing. Being a real part of the naturist community has taught me to be more accepting of myself and also of other people. I consider there is a whole lot to be got from this, i.e. discarding the masks of insecurity and showing there’s nothing to conceal. This has also made me a happier man.
If it were not for a longtime mutual friend, I Had never understood the Clothesfree site existed either. Since then I’ve learned a good deal by reading the varied issues discussed here. The vast majority of people here are open minded, non judgmental, educational, caring and supportive of naturism. Being here makes me feel part of an extended nudist family

I really don’t believe it was brave, but I locked myself out

of the house once and was naked outside in the backyard. It was great outside so I could not stay out too long and wait for my wife to get home from work. The hide a key was out front and it was in the center of the day. Had to go around and get the key.

I might have run but decided simply to walk quickly. Got the key and ended up injuring myself in the process.

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Should have concealed a key in the backyard.

After I posted this reply I thought of one brave thing I did do. About 3-4 years ago, we went to our nude beach. We had been there several times alone. We hadn’t met anyone yet and there was these two couples, one of the couples had their 3 kids with them. They were sculpting a mermaid in the sand. When they were nearly ended I went down and looked over their creation and told them I had a polaroid camera in my back pack and would take an image and give it to them when they had enjoy.

I could have been questioned why I had a camera or -less, they could have thrown it in the ocean, but they liked me, so I took the picture, gave it to them and we are good buddies with them today. The girls actually helped my wife feel better about social nudism so it all turned out excellent.

My history without clothing has been long but rather erratic.

As I read in this newsgroup, there are many who have been comfortable with nudity since youth.
That was certainly not possible for me in the very conservative dwelling in which I was raised. I do recall quite vividly my first experience. When I was 13, our family was trailor camping in a forest in the south of England. It was a wonderful morning and I was up before anyone else. I stepped outside in the dewy morning in my pajamas and found a path leading away into the woods. The temptation was too great. Once I was out of sight, I took off all my clothes and ran naked through the forest. It turned out to be a wonderful feeling! Regrettably, it was not an encounter I really could replicate readily. As I grew through my teen years, there clearly was no chance of being naked at home or in the back yard.
I ‘d to be met wearing brief underwear and I’d occasionally lie on a towel in the lawn. wasn’t thrilled, but did not say too much. Some years later, I was married and I recall with great fondness a time when my youthful bride and I walked nude in a field. It was a fantastic feeling of freedom, but not one which has been repeated frequently. Through the years, I have seen Wreck Beach once I was visiting Vancouver. There I found people very receptive and accepting. Unlike many I have read about in this newsgroup, I didn’t have any hesitation about taking off my clothing with strangers. It was a very freeing experience. I recall once lying across a log from a young woman and a couple of young men who were having a dialog.
They were completely normal in the things they discussed although they and I were naked. I believed what a great awareness of self confidence each individual showed, especially the young woman. Maybe that’s what lots of individuals lack, the self confidence and positive self image to be themselves even when they are clothed. My children are grown now so my wife is a whole lot more accepting of my being nude round the house and in the yard. She smiles at me and recognizes that when I’ve been able to lie in the sun nude for an hour or so, I’m so a whole lot more relaxed. She says, “If this is what it takes for you to be relaxed, I’m all for it”. This means that it’s o.k. for me to be nude and have no tan lines.
She does not particularly share my enthusiasm. For those who are easily able to be nude and free at home, the seashore or the club, love . Not all individuals are able to experience that degree of freedom and appreciate being comfortable within their own skin, whether they’re nude alone or with others.

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Nudism isn’t a religion.

The feature of a religion is blind faith in an intangible. Belief in something which cannot be shown. Nudism is a lifestyle and a form of recreation. Nothing else. The advantages in the form of physical and mental health are real and easily established. The person who started this movement to have nudism declared a faith obviously didn’t believe it through. As things stand in today’s political climate a nudist faith couldn’t be practiced on , an ever growing amount of real estate, nor could it even be mentioned in schools.

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While sexually oriented nudity could still be shown in the pictures and TV wholesome, family oriented nudism being a religion could not. These three things are essential to the development of family nudism. 1) More public properties should be set aside for clothes optional use 2) nudism should be taught in school as of life and diversion and Social Studies courses should introduce students to the numerous countries, mostly former Socialist Block countries, who embrace nudity 3) nudity should be depicted in the movies and on television as being totally normal and natural rather than being sexually billed and titillating.

I imagine my introduction to nudism was at my boyfriend’s house back in the 90’s..

We went naked collectively whenever his mom was not home. Taking nudity out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the living room, or even his backyard for some sunbathing proved to be a new experience for me, and one that I really appreciated.
At that time I still lived with my parents and can remember coming home one afternoon to discover the house empty and immediately taking off my clothes to see what a “solo” bare experience was like. I enjoyed that also, and soon was going in private nude in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a book. He said, “What are you, some sort of nudist?” I think I said something elegant like, “Get out, jerk!” but afterward was pleased to think to that I probably was becoming a nudist.
as soon as I got my own flat, I could finally go nude as much as I pleased, which was pretty much consistently. I met young family nudists who took me to a nude beach, and that opened up a whole new world to me. Years after I became a life model and really got paid to be naked which was another enjoyable experience.
After all this time I still love being nude daily and hope that never changes. If they ever put me in the old people home, I can only hope it is a clothes-optional one. I believe I’d be hopeless otherwise
Life is best lived bare

I do not believe it was courageous, but I locked myself out

of the house once and was nude outside in the backyard. It was cool outside so I really couldn’t stay out too long and wait for my wife to get home from work. The hide a key was out front and it was in the midst of the day. Had to go around front and get .

I might have run but decided just to walk fast. Got the key and ended up injuring myself in the method. Should have concealed a key in the backyard.

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After I posted this answer I thought of one brave thing I did do. About 3- , we went to our nude beach. We’d been there several times alone. We hadn’t met anyone yet and there was these two couples, one of the couples had their 3 children with them. They were sculpting a mermaid in the sand. When they were almost ended I went down and looked over their creation and told them I had a polaroid camera in my back pack and also would shoot an image and provide it to them if they’d like.

I could have been questioned why I had a camera or camera-less, they could have thrown it in the ocean, nevertheless they liked me, so I shot the picture, gave it to them and we are good friends with them today. The women actually helped my wife feel better about social nudism so it all turned out amazing.