QUOTES 12/24/2019

“Some of my sweetest naked hiking memories from this past season involved hiking in the rain.  The sights, sounds, and smells one encounters in the woods in the rain are intoxicating. . . you also don't see as many people on the trail.  I have been entirely warm and comfortable hiking naked in the rain in temperatures ranging from the mid-forties (F) on up.  In cooler weather, it seems that the layer of sweat and rain forms an insulating layer that functions much like in a diving wetsuit.  And your body is not fighting the wicking and evaporative cooling effect of wet textiles against your skin.  Also gone is the frustration of trying to keep textiles dry with clumsy raingear.  My tactic in cooler wet weather, when possible, is to hike naked, keeping my gear dry inside my pack, ready to put on when I stop moving for an extended time.” – FreewalkerMA

“Camping naturiste Natustar Domaine Laborde Dordogne France” Video – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxpXPUL8B20&list=PLnLZQcmnok5Shs_VrcNne37nNsyzIXsge&index=2

“If you’re ever even near Missouri, be sure to visit Show Me Acres.  It’s a classy, small nudist resort.  It’s only open on weekends, and only the owners live there full-time, but wow!  The gate wasn’t even locked.   The day-camping areas are great.  The pool is wonderful.  The freehiking is fabulous (about 400 acres covered with nature trails).  The clubhouse and apartments are the best we’ve ever seen.  And, the people?  Well they’re naturists, so they’re great too. 
The owners are building something very special in the central Missouri hills.  Be sure to visit this ‘highly-recommended’ small resort if you get the chance.” – Ken Sunwalker

“We'll have a short SRT starting tomorrow.  We are visiting friends and will do some naked driving while going to their home.  It's a couple hours away but it's better than nothing and I love to drive naked for extended periods of time!  That's why I'm looking forward to our trip up to NorCal after this short drive.  5-hour minimum naked drives with stops in between to enjoy a little leg stretch, au naturel, is what I'm talkin' bout!” - FireProf

“Before this first experience, I had never been nude in public.  I hadn’t given personal nudism any thought.  I’d heard the term ‘skinny dipping’ but had associated it with far away and fiction about boys at the ol’ swimming hole.  About age 12, our camp group went on an overnight into the ‘rough country’ near a mountain stream in the high Sierra Nevada Mountains.  Upstream from our rustic campsite a generous pool of water was fed from the stream that washed across and between huge granite boulders.  Wading into the pool we regretted leaving our bathing suits back at the main camp.  Being ‘just girls’, however, a few brave souls finally removed jeans and shirts.  It didn’t take long before the rest of us doffed all clothing in order to vigorously splash in the stream, a rare treat, compared to the chlorine-laced waters we all knew.  Just above the pool one particular boulder was nearly flat, the size of a small truck.  The granite was green with the algae, where water flowing across it enabled growth in the glinting sun.  Some brave girl, completely naked, clambered to the highest place on that boulder and then slid down gleefully into the pool.  Soon, all of us joined her, sliding on the slick rock and shrieking, again and again, as we plunged into the icy surging stream.  The smartest ones stopped to sunbathe and dry off after only a few times, while the rest of us continued our slide until we realized that the algae was wearing off the rock.  Our red butts were a painful reminder of our foolish hedonistic activity.  That was my first nudist experience.  I secretly savored that memory anytime I saw a similar stream for years.  I also didn’t tell my parents that I went skinny dipping at Girl Scout camp.” - Allegra