Once upon a time I was the Engraver for a Trophy Shop and one of our regular clients was a nudist colony.

Every three months, either a very large lady, or a wiry middle-aged guy stopped in to order trophies, King, Queen, Prince, Princess, etc.

This generated muffled giggles as we pondered how these categories were selected— for a nudist camp. Certainly, not by their fancy gowns!

One Mother’s Day my phone rang — it was Wiry Guy asking what I was doing for Mother’s Day?

Good! he responded, he had packed lunches and would be there within minutes to pick us up!

But? Click!

“Not taking off my clothes!” I yelled into a dead phone.

We arrived and parked under a tree, in the shade.

I watched in the rear view mirror as my children ran to the pool, their towels flying behind.

Within minutes, a tall naked man wearing a hat, dress shoes, and socks, walked past and said, “Hello Bunny.”

I covered my eyes-thinking…am I supposed to see this?

So, what are the benefits of a bunch of naked people enjoying the day in the sun, a swim, a little volley-ball, and conversation?

It certainly levels the playing field! No pretending to be something you are not. No single men allowed, visitors and members must join as couples.

Members can travel the world and book into a Nudist camp for a fraction of what it costs in a fancy hotel.

However!

The same sun shines in my back yard!