I think that many of you will enjoy a brief story about an unexpected opportunity for skinny dipping. I also shared this on another forum today if it seems familiar.
Last week I was on a trip with extended family to Hawaii and late in the week, everyone else was too tired to venture far from the hotel. I felt fine and wanted to do some sightseeing, so I let the others know that I would do just that.
I didn't set out with skinny dipping in mind, it seemed that there was never enough privacy everywhere we went.
So I took the rental car west along the south coast of Kauai, enjoying alternating vistas of lush green mountains to my right and glimpses of blue seas to my left.
As the morning wore on, it became progressively warmer. I had passed the last hotel miles ago and it seemed that nothing but blue water and deserted beaches lay beyond the lush green sugar cane fields. Naturally my thoughts began to turn to skinny dipping.
Most of the cane field roads were posted "private" and I didn't want to venture there uninvited.
Just when I thought my wish for a skinny dip was a day dream, I found a little state park I had been hoping to include in that day's adventures. No other cars were in the parking lot and the park was absolutely deserted. A red dirt road meandered from the exhibit down toward the shore. I saw a few people on a distant public beach to my right so I headed left. I wandered a few hundred yards east, picking my way past rounded lava rocks until I found a beach of my own.
In such a setting, shedding all my clothes was the most natural and obvious thing to do.
A few coconut palms and a vast thicket of sugar cane were my only companions here. The sun warmed the air to the low eighties and the crashing waves were equally warm. With such powerful swirling water, I dared not venture but a few steps into the sea. This was a salty hot tub with the world's most powerful jets and I had not a stitch of fabric to separate me from the delightful waters. Time and again the water lifted me off my feet, rushed over me and set me down on the gentle sand. When I had my fill of sea bathing, I walked up the slope of the beach to a huge smooth boulder. I didn't have a towel, but within a few minutes, the sea breeze and warm sun dried my body just as well. My clothes were not needed for this beach, so they were waiting for me warm and dry when it came time to reenter the textile world a few yards beyond my secluded paradise.
January is sometimes mild in my home state, but never warm enough for skinny dipping. I thank God for all the things that came together to make this special daydream become a reality.
Your story illustrates quite well that we don't need to go to Hawaii or wait until June to give our bodies a much-needed break from clothing.
Some people shy away from outdoor nudity after autumn leaves have dropped, but from your stories, it is obvious that a nude walk in the bracing air, maybe even a splash or two of spring water can be invigorating.
The Indians of Tierra del Fuego at the southern tip of South America were said to have loved total body contact with their environment so much that they wore nothing more than a fur cape about their shoulders on even the chilliest of winter days and of course nothing at all the rest of the time.
They may continue nudity into chillier weather than most of us might prefer, but I think that many of us would do well to consider taking a break from all the winter clothing and get a breath of fresh air all over.
