It was at a rustic facility currently called Drake’s Ridge in very rural Southern Indiana. I arrived early Friday evening with strategies to camp Friday and Saturday nights. I ‘d a Nissan pickup with a high-rise cap which I ‘d outfitted as a one guy sleeper for camping. It turned out to be a warm late spring day along with the weather seemed like http://videonudism.com/outdoor was going to be wet. I checked in, and was assigned a place to camp. I instantly undressed before I did anything else. After all, that was why I was there.
When I has finished setting up my “campsite” I wandered around the grounds a bit. There were not a lot of folks there yet, but the ones who were, were fairly friendly. As it got dark, I wasn’t really prepared to go to bed yet.
It was still drizzly, but not chilly at all. Still, I believed that a fire may be nice 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 semi circle around the fireplace. I put my towel down on one (nudists consistently carry towels to sit down on), sat, and opened up my novel. People wandered in and out, and I spoke to several them, including Ellen, the owner/manager who was still waiting for people to come and check in.
It was during this time a van pulled up outside and in came a family. They consisted of Mother and Dad with three children. The kids were clearly fidgety after the vehicle ride, along with the parents looked like two people who had worked all day before beginning on their weekend trip, in other words; tired. It was not awfully late yet, so the parents sat down on a sofa opposite me and began to relax. The children, on the other hand were in no mood to take a seat. As children usually do, they had their own program.
“Mother, can we visit the frog pond?” After a moments consideration she responded, “That’s fine, but take http://youngnudest.com off first.”
I was immediately struck by several thoughts. First of all was, “What a really peculiar thing to hear a Mother say to her kids in a public place. The second thing was, “That makes a lot of sense.” It wouldn’t matter a bit if the kids got wet and muddy playing in the rain. They would rinse right away. Here was a Mom who wouldn’t have lots of laundry to do after the weekend. My third realization was a feeling of belonging. I was eventually in a world that made sense to me. I was one of a group who’d managed to lay aside the artificial, and live in ways which was comfortable and natural.