So… it’s been quite an unremarkable weekend; except for the nakedness. And the people. If you haven’t already done so, I highly recommend you bring yourself up to speed. I explained the impetus for this little get-a-way in The good fight… . Twenty-four hours into my adventure, I posted Not perfect, but good… where I briefly mentioned that I’d met some pretty great folks.
But allow me to preface: before I came here to Cypress Cove Nudist Resort reactions to my announcement ranged from guarded admiration to utter incredulity to thinly veiled disgust. Depending upon the inflection, “Are you nuts?” was the general theme. People were definitely reacting the idea of folks in general and me in particular wandering around sans garb. However, if you really get down to it another phrase that sums up the gut-check reaction could be “what the hell is wrong with you?” And if you extrapolate it out, “what the hell is wrong with them” would also apply.
So I dedicate this post to “them,” the folks I met who introduced me to the nude resort and forevermore became the memory of “my first time.” (more…)