Enclosed does feel enclosed, but the security of a designated area gives a certain sense of freedom. I began on free beaches and secluded streams where and when nudity was a norm. Otherwise it was in homes or backyards with pools, etc.
When my wife became pregnant, hiking in the wilds became more difficult and dangerous to a new born and toddler aged child, so we tried the protected resorts.
We had been to St. Martin’s Orient Beach for a honeymoon. It was a large area but still we would extend the perimeters. We stayed at another hotel within walking distance. We were nude in the room and when we walked to the nude beach, so it evolved on more than one occasion that a rubber raft was used to cover nude bodies while on that walk. She was able to wander the grounds and even the lobby in just a small g-string. We had to further the freedom on a nude sailing cruise to a nearby deserted island with a group.
The Shangri-La in Phoenix was the first place visited for a baby’s concerns. There were no hassles to be found. The place was filled with grandparents ready to dote on the baby. We could get a babysitter and go to nightly events at the club, etc. Still, we pushed out, traveling off property up a wash, under a bridge and on. It was pleasant and comfortable. We stayed the whole week nude, one time. The bare baby once crapped on the owners bare leg, however.
When the child was older, we were divorced and he was old enough to get out freerange in non-landed groups and then he was older still, so that I could leave him for a few days.
I have never been to a resort where I didn’t test the possibilities of off the reservation exploration, eventually. I arrive carnuding and that’s how I stay. I am freerange and secret/stealth as need arises. It often feels like just another link in a nude lifestyle.
We enjoy De Anza in California because it is surrounded by miles of wild territory without worries and freedom, but we can return to comforts and their fun events, pool, jacuzzi, etc. It is like a nude world there without a fence.
The older place in that area burnt down, but at that walled place, we trekked up a hill into the woods and rode naked with friends through San Diego to Blacks Beach, for an outing.
There is a nice high end club here in Tucson, but we see no need for it. Maybe once a year, they have an event. The people are overtly conservative, creating a social value, drinking excessively and political atmosphere that is uncomfortable and we just don’t fit in. All we have in common is liking to be nude and discussing various resorts. At forty bucks a visit, we can get much further with the money. We do join with a band and play for their annual Hippie Days themed event.
We do spend many Sunday afternoon’s with friends at a sweat in town. It is a sort of club of volunteers and donations, that host 12 to 30 at a time. The overall list is a hundred to two hundred at this time. There is the therapy of a sweat, a pool and sunning going on. There is an eclectic spiritual overlay and community of all ages there. Many have known each other for decades. People play music and do yoga, etc. Nudity is not the purpose, or the bond, but an incidental in spite of the fact that most arrive, strip and head to the sweat immediately, leaving clothing in a cubby for the duration. We have quipped, that if there was a Heaven for hippies, that it would be like that place. We don’t fall into any of the two extreme identities, but fit in better with the more tolerant and less obnoxious, especially when it is a time to take care of the spirit, body and meditate with others.
Somehow, any confined space losses its sense of confinement, once I slide into a pool of water. Then the area becomes infinite and safe. A backyard pool, a pond in the in mountains, or an ocean.
Jbee
