My Story

I was not raised in a nudist family but I would go skinny dipping as a kid growing up on a farm. as soon as I returned from the Gulf War I decided life was too short not to try something I was always interested in. So when I discovered about a nude beach near where I was stationed I went. I had a great time; it was a very liberating experience.

I continued going and made friends. Over time I joined a club and then began going to nude resorts. I found the people there were so open and fair and nonjudgmental. I found that there were so many others just like me there and no one was there to have a look at others, only for the pure fun and joy of relaxing without clothes. I know that may sound hard to believe but that’s the facts. We made great friends and my family became members to that club and even now we maintain our membership at a closeby club.

I simply wish the public could see that we’re normal, regular people who only chance to enjoy relaxing without clothing on our time off. My grown daughter has lots of self confidence about herself and part of the reason is that she understands what real women look like and does not feel insecure about herself. That’s a direct result of her being raised in a nudist household. I think that if more people tried it they’d see what I am talking about.

Having experienced public nudity on occasion before, I’m no stranger to that feeling of once experienced, never going back. Nonetheless, I began discovering stories about trekking naked out west and in the Alps, first in , then elsewhere, seven years back.

What a simple, logical notion that couldn’t possibly fly on the east shore, or so I thought. I had to attempt it (bucket list if you will). Like skinny dipping in the wind instead of in the water. So I headed to Vermont where I could find suitably distant terrain and legality. Well all I can say is that the experience was transforming, like that of discovering the freedom liberalization and peace of nudity for the first time, all over again.

Since that fateful instant, I’ve hiked, backpacked, and camped hundreds of miles on the distant trails of the northeast, in all kinds of weather. I’ve gone for as long as a week without putting on clothes in the outback during the summer. I’ve trekked naked for hours at a time in the snow. I one day hiked in the nude legitimately and without troubling anyone, in a city (Toronto…CO seashore and immediate environment off season in November).

Being in the nude in the wilderness is a life affirming outdoor activity which has few competitors in my modest opinion. It sharpens your senses as well as your knowledge of your natural environment and those creatures that share this small section of the universe with us. Additionally you shortly realize how fantastically adept our bodies are, as delivered by our Creator, at accommodating the challenges of our surroundings. Sweat direction is a breeze. Creatures of the forest come closer and take your existence more easily. I once had a moose cross my path, and pause, not more than three arms lengths in front of me. Finally I spoke up and apologized to Mr Moose for startling him, exactly the same greeting that I normally use in my infrequent encounters with textiles. With that he took one closing unconcerned look at me and ambled off, crashing through the underbrush.


Long distance hikers are accepting, even encouraging, of my taste. I choose my times and places, in order to avoid having to clarify the many delights of hiking in the buff to anxious parents with kids in tow. Section of the ethic of this type of outdoor recreation is recognition and respect for the feelings of others less comfortable with the notion. I go out of my way to avoid “clothed confrontations”. Alas, life isn’t perfect and those occasional “sightings” by unsuspecting others, of my unadorned body have been agreeable and positive occasions. After seen, I don’t cover up(sends wrong message) Freehiking can be a societal or a solo action. It suits my lifestyle and work schedule as it can be tucked into my days off, spontaneously as time permits, most any time of the year.

Nudism supports creativity. Freehiking is worth adding to your bucket list. – Dan

Randolph, Massachusetts
First Time

It was concealed. I got my clothes off and took a walk. It turned out to be a marvelous experience.

Canton, Ohio
First-Time Nudist

My first social-nudist experience was at a clothing-optional hot tub in Quad Cities, Iowa. Before arriving I knew that the bath would be Clothes Optional, but I presumed that meant that a number of the folks would choose the option of being bare and some would choose the option of wearing a bathing suit. I would choose to do the latter, although I had not a problem seeing my friends nude.

When I was brought to the tub, I saw that EACH ONE of the people in the bath was naked. I will try it once.”

I spent the next 17 years visiting every nudist resort and nude beach that I could squeeze into my small holiday time.

Eventually, in 1999 I retired and I’ve resided for the previous 10 years at a clothing-optional resort in AZ (SLR). The host of the hot tub celebration that started all this, moved here three years back from Iowa.

-Judy Mac
New River, Arizona
My First Time

I was a teen boy in the mid-60’s and I simply got out of the shower. So I went in the room where she was and sat down right across from her. She asked me why I wasn’t dressed and I told her I was more comfortable not wearing clothes. She said that was okay with her if I wanted to be a nudist.

I then went in the back yard and sun bathed naked. I have been a nudist all these years but my wife does not comprehend it. I go nude in my house as frequently as possible, even when her friends visit.

St. Louis, Missouri


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