As we near the end of a five week nakation in Europe, I find myself asking the same question I do every year about this time as we prepare to return to our everyday lives in the eastern United States. Really? Aren’t there places we can replicate this at home? I keep reading that more Americans than ever are open to the idea of social nudity. But unless you get on The Big Nude Boat or travel abroad, where do you find this on American soil.
No doubt, my opinion on this matter is very much tainted from experiences that took place about twenty years ago, when our children were young and we were trying to replicate the family naturist experiences we had enjoyed in France.
In the first case, we had planned to visit a well known “nudist club” in the northeast. Having called a couple days in advance, we were given directions from a surly woman on the phone who gave us instructions to a small town, with the directive to call from a pay phone (cell phones weren’t common then), at which point, we’d be given the last set of directions to get to their gate. As we drove into the hills west of New York, the weather started to turn and a thunderstorm moved in. We never got to the pay phone; ended up at a movie instead. Mission aborted. Shortly thereafter, we visited a club in the Mid-Atlantic region. They were a bit more forthcoming about their location, but once we had been given the tour of the grounds, we were briefed on their membership policy, which would require us to purchase an annual membership by the third visit. At around $500 a year in 1999 dollars, that was more than we could afford, especially with three young children, knowing that with a two hour drive in each direction, we would probably only visit two or three times a year at best. We finally found a “nudist park” closer to home, and kindly enough, they would allow unlimited visits without membership for something around $50 per day. They had a couple pools, a snack bar, and a lot of folks who had trailers embedded into campsites that made something of a small village where golf carts were the main mode of transportation. On our second visit with kids, one of the older residents was being celebrated/roasted the day after he apparently had too much to drink the night before and ran his golf cart into a tree! That was a tricky one to explain to our 10-year-old. We didn’t go back.
Those efforts notwithstanding, I had another wave of despair as a nudist club we’ve thought about visiting passed through my Twitter feed today. I clicked though, thinking maybe we could make a call on them before the weather turns. It looks lovely. Maybe that could be our naturist branch office not so far from home. But alas, it turns out things are even more restrictive than they were 20 years ago. A visit would require me to fill out an application form with personal information so they could conduct a complete background check before inviting us for an initial visit with an obligatory tour of the property where they can tell us how to behave in a nudist park. (We’ve been naturists for almost 30 years, but of course, they don’t know that.) I believe the first visit was free, but after that, it would be about $50 a visit. Their comparatively liberal policy would allow up to four visits in a season before being requiring us to “submit an application to the membership committee for consideration.” Really? After all that, we might get voted out? Wow.
And we live in an era of paranoia in a society that is fixated on being extremely vigilant about every possible danger known to man. This is getting worse in Europe as well, but it seems we have lost our common sense in the midst of it all.
A final illustration to drive home my point. Some friends of ours – a group of five young women – recently visited a naturist resort in France. While there, they had lunch at the restaurant, used the pools, hung out on the beach with numerous naturist families, and even made the 30 minute naturist trek to the neighboring beach to find yet even more naturists enjoying the day in the sun and the sea – many of whom were in their own age bracket. The cost was $8 per person for the day! I’ve tried to imagine how that might have played out had they tried to replicate that experience in the US of A. What it might have cost, and whether they would have wanted to return once they had been.
Maybe the YNA, the FYN, and their millennial friends will usher in a new era that reaches beyond the walls of the nudist colony. I can only hope.