My wife had declined to join me on this adventure. Sunny Rest, a comfortably rustic hideaway in the woods, is one of the few nudist retreats in America that accepts unaccompanied males and females as guests. I was ready to try stripping down in a protected preserve. Much of the time, I have had to keep an eye out for park rangers. But most of my romps in the buff have been alone or with a few friends at a hidden beach or remote mountain lake. I confess up front that I am a lifelong skinny-dipper who early on discovered the pleasure of going naked in the outdoors. Apparently I could get by taking only a pair of sneakers and a large bottle of sunscreen.
Well, I wouldn't have to do much packing for this trip. My mind quickly flashed an image of me seated in a formal dining room filled with naked people chatting amiably over dessert and coffee. "But most of our guests usually don't dress at all for meals." Should I plan to pack slacks and a shirt for the evening? "It's up to you," said the reservation clerk. I had figured males probably didn't have to don jackets and ties, but I wanted to know if the resort's guests wore anything at all. "Ummm, do the people at the resort dress for dinner?" I asked. This was my first venture into social nudism, and I was unclear about a little matter of etiquette. I was calling to book a weekend getaway at Sunny Rest Lodge, a nudist resort in Pennsylvania's Pocono Mountains.
I phrased the question hesitantly, a bit embarrassed.
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