My family is obsessed with the outdoors.
Seriously. Any chance we get, we’re outside doing something-hiking, fishing, exploring nudist camps…

Last fall, my husband, big A and I were knee deep in Google searching, on a quest to find a somewhere new and exciting to explore. The fall leaves were absolutely beautiful, and we just wanted to be out there. By happenstance, we stumbled upon a website for a nudist resort only an hour away from us. It sparked our interest, but with me only 5 months postpartum, I just wasn’t comfortable enough to bare it all, especially in broad daylight.

Quite by accident, the topic came up again last week. After some deliberation, excuses, and convincing, we were on the road! Before I continue, I should point out that this is a completely family-friendly location, like any other park-just without clothes. So, before you ask, yes-little A was happily cooing in the backseat!

We pulled up to a gate with a pin pad and a phone. We were instructed to call for the code, which we did, and we were on our way. To get to the office, you have to go through the pool. It was then we were reminded where we really were. The pool was packed with tons of people. A few older people, couples, kids…all naked. Instinctively, my eyes darted away to avoid eye contact with anyone. In the front office, we were greeted by a woman who, surprisingly to us, was fully clothed. She took our drivers licenses to run a background check (remember, family friendly), we payed our fee, and we were free to go.

It was a hot day. Like, a really really bright, sunny, hot June day. We made our way to the locker rooms, complete with open showers, to apply sunblock and get ready. By this point, I was feeling nervous. After all, I was going to literally be in broad daylight with nothing to cover even my deepest insecurities about my body. With little A in my arms, and big A’s hand in mine, we braved the daylight.

To put it blunt, it was beyond awkward walking out the doors. I felt vulnerable and, well, naked.
We started warming up, literally and figuratively, by the pool. It’s such a strange feeling to be completely naked in public and for no one to even bat an eye. So many others, visitors and residents, came up to talk to us, commenting on little A’s hair and talking about the weather.

Get this. Within an hour, I completely forgot I was naked.
Nudity is shameful because that is what’s bred into us from birth. We’re told to ‘cover up,’ and to ‘be decent.’ There was a boy there who was about 12, and it was so fascinating to watch him go up and talk to people, interact with others, and just be normal.
I forgot about my insecurities. My stretch marks? They didn’t exist. My saggy skin? I forgot all about it. It was such a freeing experience, and a way of life that I want my son to grow up in.

Would there be as much shame about our thighs and bellies and boobs if we could show them all the time? I don’t really know, but I’d like to think not.

We went for a naked hike and it was one of the best in my life. You don’t have to worry about clothes sticking to your sweaty skin, and it’s a feeling of pure freedom.
If you ever get the chance to visit a nudist resort, I encourage you to jump on it.

I can’t wait to go back.

Until next time,

Savannah is a full-time mom of two, and can often be found outside on one of her various adventures. She enjoys carving her own path through natural and holistic living, as well as discovering ways to use food as medicine.