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The Nudist Traveler

Sun Bathed Nude On A Cruise Ship

It wasn't a nude cruise, but one day we were in the Pacific Ocean on the way to Mexico with no other ships around. I went out on the balcony outside our stateroom naked. Just shortly after I was out there, a privately owned boat with about ten people on it passed by me and started waving and applauding.

What else could I do? So I stood up and waved back. Maybe someone took my picture. Who knows? That wasn't the only time I posed nude. My wife doesn't understand how relaxing nudity is.

Mountain Freedom

The air was clear, calm, and warm. It had been a glorious day on the trail in the Sierra Nevada.

The mountain creek formed a waterfall that flowed over the rock into a little pool before it resumed its trip down the mountain to the sea.

What a perfect place to take off my heavy backpack, shed my clothes, sit in the pool, and enjoy life.

The cool water felt so good as it surrounded me.

I stepped out, sat on a rock in the sun, and dried off.

The perfect refresher.

Our First Nakation

Jen and I had visited all three nudist resorts close to our house, but we had never traveled out-of-state solely for the purpose of enjoying nude recreation until January 2011. We were getting tired of the North Texas winter and started looking for a warm weather place to visit. We settled on Desert Sun Resort in Palm Springs, CA.

We boarded the plane on the Friday before Martin Luther King Day and noticed everyone stuffing luggage into the overhead bins. All of our bags fit under the seats in front of us, and the majority of what we brought consisted of Jen's knitting projects.

We arrived in Palm Springs and immediately grabbed a cab to Desert Sun Resort. I didn't rent a car because I didn't want the temptation to leave the resort; I wanted a maximum of "naked time" on our trip. We did make short excursions to a convenience store and then to a grocery store, but we spent the overwhelming majority of the time at resort.

The weather was fantastic, and we met people from all over the country. A couple from Wyoming said that the temperature at their house had been twenty below zero before they left. It was eighty degrees in Palm Springs. I felt bad for them when they had to leave early Sunday morning.

We met another couple from Seattle and exchanged contact information with them. We spent a lot of the daytime hours sunbathing by the pool (and occasionally in the pool on an inflatable raft), and Jen and I enjoyed a game of naked tennis. The naked bridge over a very busy Indian Canyon Drive was a neat novelty, although I did venture out on Monday morning to watch the sunrise from the bridge.

Desert Sun Resort had several condos for sale, and Jen and I decided that we would love to buy one and live there one of these days, when the time is right for us. Unfortunately, that will be a few years.

We've had textile vacations that were great, and when they ended, we have always been ready to go home. This wasn't like that. We really did not want to leave, even when our time at Desert Sun Resort was up. It was difficult putting clothes back on. The whole experience was just a wonderful break from winter, our jobs, and the "real world," and we were not ready to go back. It had been the most relaxing and liberating trip we had ever taken. We will definitely be going back to Desert Sun Resort.

Invisible

I grew up in Houston, but my family owns some land in central Texas. I have spent a lot of my life out there, and several years ago I made a surprising discovery. Coyotes and wolves are afraid of people because they are often hunted by both farmers and sport hunters. Therefore these animals always run as soon as they see people. However, they don't seem to recognize nude people, and don't see them as a threat.

I was shocked the first time I experienced this. I was walking down a private ranch road, in the buff, and a coyote seemed to have absolutely no idea what I was. He just kept giving me the what in the world look. I have experienced this several times, and I find it rather fascinating.

The French Cured Me

I was a culturally younger than near-18, 18 year old when I entered the military and seemingly in a time it takes a gnat to flick a wing, I was out of my small southern Ohio town and in Paris.

I made friends quickly, a Gemini's asset. One day an Italian girl of OH MY GOD--20--told me she and some friends were going to the beach in two weeks and wondered if I could arrange a weekend pass to go with them.

Being a naive southern Ohio lad, I figured it was like going to Lake White in Waverly Ohio just down the road from home. We arrived at the area, and Gina's friend drove the car through the gate, down the dirt road and then...AND THEN?

Along came a new adventure. Suddenly "NEKID" people (as grandma use to call them) began waving and greeting us.I looked at Gina with a face filled with the color of Rudolph's nose. She said, "Oh Francoise, we forgot you may not have known we go to the nudist beaches in Europe." She offered to have us turn around and go back, but that would have been so unfair to the others. It took awhile for me to make the mental move and shed my southern Ohio ways and join this entirely new world of people, just caring about people, not what people were wearing. But before long the friends of my friends and I were all chattering about what was it like in America and I was learning about France and Europe.

I don't totally remember when I first joined the group in the nude, it was that simple and comfortable. Now all these many years later I look at the hundreds if not thousands of artists of all ages for whom I have posed as a Professional Nude Figure Art Model, as recently as last Sunday, and I feel sadness so many Americans still feel appalled at the sight of the nude human form.

Just two weeks ago, I posted on the bulletin board ,along with many others, in my health club, my new business card, showing all my contacts and some places at which I had posed from Aspen to South Carolina and many in between.On the card is a picture of my upper back torso from head to just about 6 inches below the waist. It shows just the top portion of the separation of buttock's cheeks. I was told some member complained about the "lewd" card and management took it down.

My statement was, "I find it interesting that I pay to come here in order to stay in a physical condition to be able to compete against males a third of my age and because I accomplish this and am proud of it, I am not allowed to post my business card alongside those of carpenters, plumbers, hair stylists etc.,cards showing I am in good condition for a mature age model..How does that make sense?"

The manager's reply was what I expected, "Well if the top of your butt wasn't showing it would have been okay."

Case closed, last one out of the courtroom please turn off the lights and lock the door.