Man, I found out to late. Maybe next year! :drive: www.cnvillage.org/cnc

Isn't that you in the middle, getting ready for a swim and a message.

As Christians I sure they would welcome you although they might fall down in paroxyms of laughter when they saw you naked.:lolhit:

As Christians I sure they would welcome you although they might fall down in paroxyms of laughter when they saw you naked.:lolhit: Well it does say that you don't have to be a christian to attend! Just be careful at the bonfire!

I like the motto of their men's club, FREE WILLIE.

Went to a nudist camp once. Had fun playing volly ball in the pool with the girls.
Would post pictures, but the police have not given me back the camera yet.
:woohoo:

Ever noticed most of the people in nudist camps/beach dont belong nude in public to begin with?

Ever noticed most of the people in nudist camps/beach dont belong nude in public to begin with?

It was about 80/20 at the one I went to.
80/19 after I left. :thumbs:

Ever noticed most of the people in nudist camps/beach dont belong nude in public to begin with?
i was gonna post that dammit!:rant:

It was about 80/20 at the one I went to.
80/19 after I left. :thumbs:
That's about right, but the 20% more than make up for the other slugs.

When I was a teenager, visiting Key West on vacation, I took a ride out on a boat to see the local sights and we went by a nudist colony on one of the small islands nearby. When looking through my binoculars I saw some of the most frightening sights in my young life.... old naked people (with only sneakers on). I still wake up in the middle of the night to these images burned into my mind... pot bellies, "long" boobs, flabby asses, and sun-dried wrinkled skin..... I must stop, the images are coming back to me.

:eek:

... pot bellies, "long" boobs, flabby asses, and sun-dried wrinkled skin..... :eek:

Sounds like a typical Rolling Stones concert.
:rolleyes:

OK, true story.

When my current wife and I were first seriously dating, we hopped over from Oahu to Maui for a romantic weekend getaway. Beth and I hired a rental car, and went cruising around in search of nothing in particular.

We hunted down a beautiful beach that, according to reputation, had a large public expanse of sand, and also a small rock-enclosed alcove where everyone sunbathed naked.

Of course, I had to check THAT out. So sure enough, we found McKenna Beach, and relaxed on the open public section for awhile. Beautiful water, small waves, friendly people. After a bit, we couldn’t help but notice that a fair amount of people were showing up, and proceeding directly to the rocky wall to the west of our position. They would clamber over, and disappear from site. Bingo, we had found the nekkid beach.

So we grabbed our stuff and headed over there. The path over the rocks was quite a climb for anyone in just flip-flops, but we made the trek comparatively unscathed. Beth did cuff her toe on the lava rocks and drew some blood, but it was a minor price to pay compared to the eventual reward of swimming and recreating in the raw, I reasoned. (She actually disagrees, and reminds me of that grievous, painful injury to this day. I told her to rub some dirt in it and take another lap.)

We finished the climb and sure enough, from atop the rocky summit, you could see a good 100-yard wide stretch of beach. And on the beach were about 75 men and women, all wearing what God intended them to wear. SPF 30 sunscreen and sunglasses. Boy howdy.

We climbed down and joined the crowd. Guys and gals. Young ones, old one, skinny ones, fat one, and everyone totally nudified. A lot of folks looked like aging hippies, kinda like transplanted Californians. All in all a very communal atmosphere.

Beth and I walked from one end of the beach to the other, trying to find a stretch of sand with a little elbow room. Not privacy exactly, but some comfortable distance from the crowd. Finally, we settled onto a patch of sand that was among the patchy outcropping of lava rock. Very beautiful, and slightly off the beaten path. We dropped a sarong onto the sand and dropped out of our bathing suits. Ah, freedom. The sun was shining on our bodies. The breeze felt delicious on our skin. The ocean sounds were very soothing, and nearly lulled us off to sleep.

After a bit, I couldn’t help but notice that one or two guys were walking down the way from us, dallying in the waters edge, and peeking back at Beth and myself. Hmmm, I thought. Why are these guys walking all the way over here to gawk at my girl? Surely there are a lot more bodies back over there on the open sand, and a wide variety of shapes and sizes. I pointed this out to Beth, and she sat up and checked these guys out.

“They aren’t looking at me,” she observed critically. “They’re checking YOU out.”

Yep. These guys were clearly glancing back at me, and ignoring what they assumed to be my skinny kid sister. Senor Sparquelito: gay magnet.
About this time, I notice that there were quite a few guys, JUST guys, walking up into the wood line above our position. They would walk up in there alone or in pairs, and then normally come back down later on in pairs. It began to dawn on me; McKenna’s naked beach is also McKenna’s sissy-boy meat market. These guys come here to find companionship, and go up into the woods for privacy. Or onto these little patches of sand among the lava formations.

I speculated to Beth, “You know, this very spot we are laying on normally would have two DUDES on it right about now, gnawing on each other’s carrots.”

This grossed her out, and she was now ready to go. So we packed up and trudged back across the sand to the rock wall. I took notice now, there were about three males to every female, and most of them weren’t paying too much attention to the beautiful females.

Oh well, I gawked enough for everyone, I guess. Nice piercings, lady.

Sparky2 the Tourist Rube
:cool:

http://www.purenudism.com/naked_pictures/nude_thumbs/nudism-camping-in-nature.jpg

OK, true story.

When my current wife and I were first seriously dating, we hopped over from Oahu to Maui for a romantic weekend getaway. Beth and I hired a rental car, and went cruising around in search of nothing in particular.

We hunted down a beautiful beach that, according to reputation, had a large public expanse of sand, and also a small rock-enclosed alcove where everyone sunbathed naked.

Of course, I had to check THAT out. So sure enough, we found McKenna Beach, and relaxed on the open public section for awhile. Beautiful water, small waves, friendly people. After a bit, we couldn’t help but notice that a fair amount of people were showing up, and proceeding directly to the rocky wall to the west of our position. They would clamber over, and disappear from site. Bingo, we had found the nekkid beach.

So we grabbed our stuff and headed over there. The path over the rocks was quite a climb for anyone in just flip-flops, but we made the trek comparatively unscathed. Beth did cuff her toe on the lava rocks and drew some blood, but it was a minor price to pay compared to the eventual reward of swimming and recreating in the raw, I reasoned. (She actually disagrees, and reminds me of that grievous, painful injury to this day. I told her to rub some dirt in it and take another lap.)

We finished the climb and sure enough, from atop the rocky summit, you could see a good 100-yard wide stretch of beach. And on the beach were about 75 men and women, all wearing what God intended them to wear. SPF 30 sunscreen and sunglasses. Boy howdy.

We climbed down and joined the crowd. Guys and gals. Young ones, old one, skinny ones, fat one, and everyone totally nudified. A lot of folks looked like aging hippies, kinda like transplanted Californians. All in all a very communal atmosphere.

Beth and I walked from one end of the beach to the other, trying to find a stretch of sand with a little elbow room. Not privacy exactly, but some comfortable distance from the crowd. Finally, we settled onto a patch of sand that was among the patchy outcropping of lava rock. Very beautiful, and slightly off the beaten path. We dropped a sarong onto the sand and dropped out of our bathing suits. Ah, freedom. The sun was shining on our bodies. The breeze felt delicious on our skin. The ocean sounds were very soothing, and nearly lulled us off to sleep.

After a bit, I couldn’t help but notice that one or two guys were walking down the way from us, dallying in the waters edge, and peeking back at Beth and myself. Hmmm, I thought. Why are these guys walking all the way over here to gawk at my girl? Surely there are a lot more bodies back over there on the open sand, and a wide variety of shapes and sizes. I pointed this out to Beth, and she sat up and checked these guys out.

“They aren’t looking at me,” she observed critically. “They’re checking YOU out.”

Yep. These guys were clearly glancing back at me, and ignoring what they assumed to be my skinny kid sister. Senor Sparquelito: gay magnet.
About this time, I notice that there were quite a few guys, JUST guys, walking up into the wood line above our position. They would walk up in there alone or in pairs, and then normally come back down later on in pairs. It began to dawn on me; McKenna’s naked beach is also McKenna’s sissy-boy meat market. These guys come here to find companionship, and go up into the woods for privacy. Or onto these little patches of sand among the lava formations.

I speculated to Beth, “You know, this very spot we are laying on normally would have two DUDES on it right about now, gnawing on each other’s carrots.”

This grossed her out, and she was now ready to go. So we packed up and trudged back across the sand to the rock wall. I took notice now, there were about three males to every female, and most of them weren’t paying too much attention to the beautiful females.

Oh well, I gawked enough for everyone, I guess. Nice piercings, lady.

Sparky2 the Tourist Rube
:cool:

http://www.purenudism.com/naked_pictures/nude_thumbs/nudism-camping-in-nature.jpg

Sparky, you are way to much fun! :)

But we really need more information about your wife sunbathing nude :)

DarkFantasy, you are illegal, so be nice!

And the rest of you youngsters, this is adult stuff, not even Nappy is allowed to read this post :)

Tuck, who hopes he survives this post as a member :)