Marsha - yes yes, no last name - and her friend went for a nude camping weekend and Marsha wrote a great piece on her blog about the "Eight Things" she learned from that experience. Here is how she starts her story:
We sat in the car, giggling.
“We’re not even allowed to walk in the car park with our clothes on!” my friend said.
“Really? Really?? Hang on – I can see some people on the patio. They’re CLOTHED!!” I was outraged. Or maybe just super-nervous.
She looked over. “Not all of them are. Come on”
She started whipping off her pants and t shirt, and I did the same.
“I’m going to wear a hat,” she said.
“I don’t have one!” I wailed. “I’m going to wear my back pack. At least then I can fiddle with the straps.”
Finally, we got out of the car and strode, half-bold, half-sniggering, to the reception. Two young, friendly, naked ladies greeted us, and checked us in.
I’d never done anything like it before.