Post updated: March 2021 – The story of how we discovered naturism hasn’t changed since this post first appeared in 2018, though it all seems a bit poignant during the COVID era.

My blog is just over eight years old now, and after an incredibly busy year with great periods of sparsity for managing new posts with fresh topics, I’ve exploited a bit of down-time in recent weeks to catch up. In doing so, it occurs to me that people rarely click back beyond a page or two of a blog, if that. In the blogosphere, everything is more or less in present tense, until it simply ceases to exist altogether.

And thus, it occurs to me that my sudden influx of new readers  – resulting simply from an increasing presence amidst all things naturist on the internet – have little or no idea who we are, how we found our way into naturism, and why we would seek ways to promote such a thing.

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First visit to La Jenny

Seems our story is unusual, as it was my wife who made the first foray into social nudity, and well before she was my wife, or even an acquaintance. Though we attended the same university in California, we had not yet met when she was enrolled in a Human Sexuality course that included an action research project. Most students stayed pretty closely on script, visiting a home for women, or a Planned Parenthood clinic. But my (future-tense) wife and a friend decided to venture out to a famous nude beach near Santa Cruz to see what all the fuss was about. This was the early 80s, mind you, when the last wafts of free love were still blowing south from the Haight-Ashbury. They weren’t out looking for that, or anything else in particular. They simply thought it would make for an interesting term paper.

We had been dating for some time when she – future tense wife – first told me this story, which immediately caught my attention given my proclivity for home nudity as a kid growing up in a very conservative household. My father would frequently rant about the newspaper stories that gave the play-by-play about a nearby nudist watering hole, and I think he was genuinely giddy when the police finally raided the place and sent all the hippies away to find their clothes.

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First visit to La Jenny

Suffice it to say, I was nude-curious, but it would actually be another three years until I would work up the courage to bare all, with all the typical concerns about male arousal, wandering eyes, and comparison shopping! We were married by then, and it was immediately evident my wife had – unknowingly at the time – married an obsessive naturist. Neither of us had the body types that played well in the swim-suit “competitions”, nor were either of us fashion conscious enough to even join in that game. But naked on the beach became an immediate and persuasive common denominator that would come to define many other values in our relationship, beginning with this unusual thing that we shared with each other, to the way we’d eventually raise our children in regard to body acceptance and self-esteem.

It is worth noting that at this point of our lives, children arrived early, and money was tight! And beaches in Northern California were always a crap-shoot even at the height of summer, as it might be 90°F five miles inland, but round the bend near the ocean, and suddenly you’re shrouded in fog! We found a new-agey hot-spring establishment (Harbin Hot Springs) that was close enough for an occasional Friday night date, and if we could save up enough for a real splurge, we’d visit a brand new little nine-room inn called Desert Shadows resort in Palm Springs, California. I remember fretting over our first visit, trying desperately to read the subtext on a primitive 1993 website (remember those?) as to where you could and could not be naked, and is there an implicit expectation that we will be doing more there than lying naked by the pool? Over time, we watched the place grow up, and even took the kids a time or two, and it was… “OK.” Except for the part when they would ask, “Where are the other kids, mom? Thought you said there would be kids here.”

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La Jenny, France

We also checked out a couple traditional nudist clubs in the Bay Area, then later, on the east coast, far enough inland to be warm, and remote enough to be naked. But almost without fail, not only were we the token familial unit on the grounds that day, but we would be saddled with the sales pitch of “You can come three times, then you need to become members.” Membership might have involved a commitment to helping with spring cleaning, or to serve chili at the cook-out dinner, but it almost always required a hefty annual membership fee that, at that time, was roughly equivalent to two months of our food budget. Perhaps a worthy investment for some, but beyond our means as a young family, especially when we knew that life with children – at least for us – did not mean every weekend at the nudist club, particularly since we couldn’t find one where our kids didn’t feel like Thing One, Two, and Three.

In the meantime, I had been corresponding with a guy named Don (Cadonick, I think was his on-line forum name) on a server called Compuserve. Even in its time, it was basic technology, and one had the sense that when you hit send, a pigeon carried the message from the back of your computer to that of the receiver several states away. Slow, cumbersome, and awkward were the defining traits of that platform, but it was about the only place I could find an internet message board about social nudity, or… naturism.

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Naturist Dordogne, France

This guy Don was married to a French woman. He read my post about my frustrations in searching for a place where we could practice naturism as a family. A place where we would all feel safe, where the amenities would be a bit nicer than a 1950s church camp, and where the children would feel like they’re part of a real community with families like ours, doing things that families do! After bantering back and forth on the topic over several posts, he finally gave me the clear directive that what I was looking for most certainly did exist, but I was looking on the wrong continent. He pointed me to a place called La Jenny, west of Bordeaux on the south Atlantic coast of France, suggesting my efforts were futile until I found a way to get there and see it for myself.

Remember, we were long on children, and short on cash! So it took several years until my wife and I could make our first reconnaissance trip to naturist France. We checked out St. Tropez, (Yeah, I guess!) and the famous, or infamous Cap d’Agde (Oh! Well… That’s something!), then finally made our way to Village Naturiste La Jenny, where Don’s words immediately rang true. Naked or clothed, this was a beautiful holiday center for families from all over Europe where everything happened in (at least) four languages, and as weather permitted, most things required no clothing. Nirvana!

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Corsica, France

Our children were near adolescence before we could cobble together enough frequent flyer miles and loose change to get a family of five to France, but from then on, we somehow found a way to make the trek every other year, until things got a bit better yet and we could go every year. Strangely, we never morphed into one of those “naked at home” families you read about in naturist magazines. For our kids, naturism was a vacation in Europe kind of thing, and the day we would get home, they would essentially revert to traditional American household modesty values. That was OK with us. In the last place, nudity was simply not a thing – one way or the other.

Around 2004 I put together a website about our family naturist travels, and started getting more involved in various message boards that far exceeded the technology that had been offered by Compuserve. I lost track of my friend Don and never had a chance to tell him that we had made it to France, and that he was right! In the meantime, the activist part of me said this ethos must exist in America – we just need to help other naturist families find one another with all these newfangled internet tools. To that end, I started a new website called the Naturist Family Network, which I managed in my spare time for perhaps a year or two, mainly trying to create an online community where “real naturist families” could find one another. Frustrated with the outcome, I eventually handed that off, and I’m not sure… it may still be hanging around the web someplace.

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As such things do happen, our children grew up, our discretionary income increased, and our discretion to use it on ourselves changed quite dramatically. One advantage of starting a family young is being (relatively) young when they leave home and graduate from college. As we both have an affinity for seeing as much of the world as possible, the value-added component of finding naturist places became nothing short of an obsession for me.  The upside is that looking for a naturist place in Brazil, Thailand, or South Africa most definitely pulls you off the beaten path to where the real people live, and we will long cherish the conversations we’ve had with other naked travelers we’ve met along the way. But at the same time, we’ve stumbled into the reciprocal downside – that outside of a few European countries where nudity is a normal part of the social fabric, (Thinking Germany, France, Spain, and Croatia to name the biggies!) social nudity is at least as complicated and quirky everywhere else as it was in California thirty years ago. In some places, quite a lot more so.

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Corsica, France

But alas, we continue to meander, seeking out unique travel experiences – naturist when possible, but with a good bit of exploring along the way – while documenting our travels in hopes of accomplishing two things. First, that people will come to think of naturist travel the same way they think about back-packing or ski vacations. “It may or may not be right for me, but it seems perfectly normal that other people would want to do that.” And secondly, an effort to simply normalize social nudity itself, until again people might say… that’s not a thing! In the same way that hiking or skiing is not a thing. At least, not a weird thing.

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Jerolim, Croatia

There is an interesting bi-product/conundrum of keeping this blog. Now married well over thirty years, we can earnestly say that travel and naturism are most certainly defining characteristics of our life together. And because naturism is what it is, that’s been somewhat removed from the rest of our hustle-and-bustle lives. Many of our friends and colleagues know about our nakations; many others simply know we like to travel. The fact that blogging makes the private part of our life “anonymously public” is  something of an oxymoron. We simply hope that in doing so, we might encourage a few others to take the leap, and join us in the crusade for making naturist travel and social nudity more mainstream and less circumspect. Like… it’s not a thing.

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30 thoughts

  1. Thank you for going back to the beginning and sharing how you both got involved with social nudity. I agree that blogs are often not very linear in that an obvious timeline is not always followed. Many topics demand a bit of jumping around I suppose when gathering together all of the different places you have folks have been to create an informative post. Anyway, thanks for giving us a view of how it all started for your family.

    I had found your blog while researching how social nudity could be more part of my life. It does appear that to find what I’m looking for I will have to finally get a passport and make my way to Europe. I’m looking forward to it and feel better prepared now with all of the information you have shared.

    1. Thanks Chip! I appreciate your kind words, and especially that you follow my blog. Once you do naturism in France, you’ll never look back! 😍

  2. Hi Dan, Good to hear the full story, and, as you know, my wife and I became naturists for the first time outside of nudist beaches this summer in our mid 60s. Your blog was the first hard evidence I had that a naturist campsite would be full of quite normal people with no clothes on, as opposed to weirdos! Le Colombier in the Vendee proved it to be right. My wife now seems as keen as I to try it again next year. Can’t wait!!!!

    1. Hi Peter. REALLY pleased to hear your story. Just sorry we didn’t get you pointed in the right direction much sooner. If you liked Colombier, there’s a whole new world waiting for you!

      Thanks for following up. Make it’s the blogger thing all seem worthwhile. 🙂

  3. Hi
    A very informative blog!
    Whereabouts was the “Naturist Dordogne” photo in this article taken? It looks like the area around Domme but I can’t find any naturist places on the river.

    1. That was at a place called Cro Magnon that closed (or went textile) about 10 years ago. 🙁 Indeed, they were nicely situated near Domme and Beynac. But you might want to check out Domaine Laborde – a good bit farther, but nice amenities.

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  8. Fascinating post. Just fascinating. Thank you. Quick question… I also lived in the bay area in the 1980’s. You mention a nude beach near Santa Cruz. I was aware of San Gregorio (up the coast from Santa Cruz), which at the time was a good, safe, reclusive place for nudist. Is that the beach you’re referring too?

    1. Hi Clara. There was a private beach back then called “Red, White, & Blue Beach” located near Bonny Dune. My wife and her friend went there for the class experiment, then we went back several times when we were first married. Great place.

      Unfortunately, the beach closed at least ten years ago, and I think I read recently that the property with the easement finally sold for a bazillion dollars a couple years ago. Not sure what’ll happen to it, but I seriously doubt social nudity is in the cards. Bonny Dune is still clothing-optional, I’m told, but that was pretty spotty the last time we checked it out.

      1. Ah, Bonny Dunn road and Davenport and Sharkfin beach/Pirate cove, such beautiful places. I didn’t know of Red, White, and Blue beach. We stumbled upon San Gregorio because it was known for its fossils. I’ve heard San Gregorio has gone downhill. I like your blog.

      2. Seems San Gregorio was dicey back in the 90s when we left California. We also loved Grey Whale Cove up near Pacifica, but I think they were closed due to a landslide for a while – but WHAT a spectacular place.

        Just made it to Blacks Beach in San Diego for the first time a couple months ago. Well worth the trouble if you’re ever down that way.

        Thanks for the kind words. 🙂

  9. I knew San Gregorio to be a safe place. Mostly couples and families. Mostly younger. Lots of driftwood barricades for privacy. But I read online that it got too popular.

    I think the bay area back then, especially places like Santa Cruz, San Francisco, all the remote beaches, and the little communities the dot the peninsula mountains were prime places to open the doors for nudism.

    You’re not so little blog here, and your not so small twitter following is impressive. Not just for the numbers, but for the middle of the road perspective you take with nudism. You’re not edgy, yet lots of people have taken notice. Well done. 🙂 Congrats. 🙂

    1. Hahahaha… Thanks again, Clara. As it happens, I had to take a break this fall after we made a tour of nudist places in the US. It’s pretty difficult to remain neutral amidst political banners and brightly colored hats, especially in THIS climate.

      We lived in the North Bay Area until our early 30s, and our favorite Friday night date was picking up deli sandwiches in the Napa valley, then trekking up the hill to Harbin Hot Springs. (Do you know it? That’s the quirky place mentioned in the blog post) That was a naked experience that was TRULY unique. We were hooked on naked, and the rest is history.

      As to being edgy… or not… even when we visit a place where we would never go back, I wish them no ill will. (Isn’t this whole thing about tolerance?) But you really can’t rely on a commercial source like Trip Advisor or Yelp when one reviewer pans the place because they saw naked people, then the next person is angry because they couldn’t have sex on the beach. We simply set out to create a platform that is informative for the person who might give a place a try, but wants to know what to expect once they get there. Turns out, that’s more difficult than it sounds. LOL

      Thanks again for reading the blog.

      1. Yes, I would assume your tour was eye-opening, both good and discouraging. But, you’ve had an experience that would make some people envious in many ways. I appreciate your idea of tolerance. As, you know, every nudist is an ambassador.

        No, I didn’t know of places in the north bay (what made it “TRULY unique?”). I believe there was a place in Los Gatos, but I knew nothing of it. You probably know the sentiment that in the 80’s nudity had a certain cultural feel. We didn’t know at the time how the culture would change. We thought the change would be in a more libertarian way.

        Keep blogging.

        🙂

      2. Harbin Hot Springs = Truly Unique… It’s not really a nudist community, but a new age village atmosphere where clothing is optional, and nudity is the expectation in the hot springs. But the vibe is heavily influenced by eastern thought.

        The Los Gatos place is Lupin Lodge. Visited a LONG time ago, but I understand they’ve reinvented in recent years. Now owned and operated by women, they are specializing in well being. Sounds like it’s really turned the place around. Would love to go back.

        It’s amazing how much things have changed since the 80s. “All things polarity” have most definitely have an impact on nude recreation, and not for the better. Seems that live and let live has gone largely out of vogue. But as we know, the pendulum swings…

  10. In your second paragraph, you wrote, “all things naturist on the internet.” Do you think there’s been any downside to the culture and perception of nudism because of the internet?

    Interesting about Lupin Lodge. Where we live I know of a small nudist group that’s been intentionally run by women for more than ten years.

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