Many social nudists like to travel to exotic places where that can be socially nude. The purpose of this travel page is to be a source of information regarding such faraway places as the Caribbean and Europe, or as close as a white water trip through the Grand Canyon. Nude cruises have grown to a billion dollar a year industry. Here are some stories from members enjoying these experiences. We encourage our readers to submit their own stories and photos for publication.
Nude At The Bottom Of The Grand Canyon
By Beverly B. Price
Grand – and magnificent, splendid, glorious, superb, impressive, awe-inspiring, majestic. It is impossible to be in the depths of the Grand Canyon and believe that the word “grand” says it all.
I have traveled with other nude passengers all 280 miles of Colorado River from Lee’s Ferry to Lake Mead. I have been in the majority of the stunning (and all different) side canyons. I have also made shorter trips to be hauled out by chopper at Whitmore Wash. Each trip is unique.
The rafts splash through numerous rapids. The water is cold and deep and swift. Or they float along in serenely where only the descending call of the canyon wren can be heard. Or they pull up to a campsite for the night next to the warm water of a side stream.
The canyon bighorn sheep are unafraid of the rafts. The stars are endless. It is a spiritual experience and one that should not be adulterated.
Teddy Roosevelt perhaps said it best on January 11, 1908, when he stated, “Let this great wonder of nature remain as it now is. You cannot improve on it. But what you can do is keep it for your children, your children’s children, and all who come after you, as the one great sight which every American should see.”
If you would like to experience the great wonder of nature – and do so naturally – there are nude raft trips planned.
Nude Sailing to the California Channel Island
By Peter Connolly
There is something primal that stirs the soul when melding naturism and the ocean. What better way to experience this but sailing with only the sound of the ocean wind passing across your bare skin?
Each summer, I invite my personal friends and members of my naturist club, the Southern California Naturist Association (SCNA) and their guests, to join me for a nude sailing weekends to the pristine beauty of the Channel Islands National Park, off the coast of Southern California. Home port for my 32-foot sail boat named Talismen, technically a “sailing sloop,” is Channel Islands harbor in Oxnard, about an hour’s drive north of Los Angeles.
Some trips take more than one day, as when we head south to Avalon on Catalina Island, or up the coast to the city of Santa Barbara, but most of the others are one-day excursions that take about 8 hours to do a round trip to a specific island and back.
I have sailed from Santa Barbara to the Channel Islands to Catalina for years, all while being nude, and without fear of legal problems. When the rare encounter with another boat occurs, we almost always just get a friendly wave. At our destination we try to remain at least a couple hundred yards from other boats or populated shores when anchoring, this distance allows us to remain comfortably nude aboard the boat. The only destination that requires us to be clothed is the densely populated Avalon Harbor on Catalina Island.
For the overnight trips, Talisman, can sleep 6, but often people prefer to sleep outside in the cockpit under the stars. She is fully equipped with food galley, a 4-seat inflatable dingy for shore excursions, and two 2-seat sea kayaks. When the wind does not cooperate the auxiliary diesel engine provides reliable power to maintain our schedule. After a few hours journey, most of my guests start to consider themselves crew members and it is gratifying to see them all joining in to help sail the boat as much as they want.
For those unfamiliar with the Southern California coastline, the Channel Islands National Park consists of five islands, lying 11 to 30 miles offshore, and most are visible from the mainland on a clear day. These nearly uninhabited islands, contain a wealth of natural and cultural resources with unique animals, plants, and archaeological resources found nowhere else on Earth.
Our Nude Camping Trip To Visit Ancient Petroglyphs
By Peter Connolly
"We cannot adequately appreciate this aspect of nature if we approach it with any taint of human pretense. It will elude us if we allow artifacts like clothing to intervene between ourselves and this Other. ... To apprehend it, we cannot be naked enough. ... In wildness is the preservation of the world."
- Henry David Thoreau, Walking
Thoreau reminds us of this simple yet important pleasure. This was our experience on of our 3-day desert campout, as we walked, without clothes, 6 miles across the desert in the Rodman Mountains Wilderness area. Ostensibly, our goal was to locate more ancient Petroglyph sites further from our camp. But in reality the best reward was the au-natural hike itself.
So where are we, and what does it take to get here? The Petroglyph viewing and desert outing is organized as a 3-day campout to a remote part of the Mojave Desert on May 1-3, 2015- Located about 30 miles beyond the Town of Lucerne Valley, our naturist campsite, adjacent to the Rodman Wilderness Area, provides the perfect location for a clothes free weekend, and to walk among Petroglyphs, rock art left by our ancient Indian ancestors. Note that the last 20 miles of the drive to this site are off highway, but this section of graded gravel road is well suited for passenger vehicles.
Although remote, I bring many amenities along for the campers. This year I added an outdoor shower, camp latrine, and a large screen TV for our camping comfort and pleasure. And as last year, we had plenty of stoves, ice, 30 gallons of fresh water, and power for nighttime lights and the all important blender.
Even though the trip officially was to start Friday morning, I along with others were anxious to start our getaway, so I decided to leave Thursday evening. With stops in Burbank to pick up Scott, Pasadena to pick up Gordon, then in Hesperia to meet Keith we finally arrived at our camp site at midnight. Shortly after starting to set up camp, Tim arrived from Orange County.
My Bare Necessities Nude Cruise
By Gary Mussell
In December 2016, Haulover’s Beach Mom Shirley Mason telephoned me to ask if I wanted her ticket for the Bare Necessities cruise in February. Never having been on a cruise I immediately said yes even though it was for only one person and Patty would be left behind (she said it was ok if I went alone). I had to scramble to renew my passport and make airplane reservations, but somehow, I got through all the preliminaries and at noon on February 6, I found myself boarding the Celebrity Constellation in Port Everglades, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.
This is a huge ship! Over 965 feet long, 12 levels high and holding over 2,000 passengers, it immediately brought visions of The Poseidon Adventure to mind as I went through customs and crossed the gangplank. Later in the week, the Captain hosted a talk and slideshow showing it cost over a billion dollars to build. Nevertheless, the first day at sea there was a mandatory lifeboat drill which was fun as I got to meet a lot of new people as we waited for the all clear. I discovered most of the passengers had been on several of the nude cruises before, some as many as eight. Some were owners of businesses or managers in large corporations eager to spend their children’s inheritance on themselves. Not so many middle class worker bees can afford the cruise fee, the airfare, and all the extras (like drink packages and island excursion trips) that the ship eagerly wants you to buy once you are on board.
There is a 24-hour food court (you name the cuisine, they have it!) plus one really nice restaurant included in your cruise ticket, but there are also several upper-end restaurants onboard that cost a little extra. Some (but not all) spa services are included. There is a theater with a different show and theme every night from Mardi Gras to Cowboys to the circus. And just in case you have extra cash in your pocket, there is the casino that ran constantly when we were not in port.
Actually, no cash was ever needed on board. We all wore blue “SeaPass” cards on lanyards around our necks. These little blue credit cards instantly added purchases to our final bill without so much as a thought. We used them as identification (along with a photo ID) to leave the ship and return whenever we were in port, although on land the locals demanded regular greenbacks or else the currency of the island. In the city of Port de France, Martinique, this meant Euros. The afternoon we were there, I saw the Fat Tuesday parade and celebration (photo below). Almost everyone wore red with devil horns and had a grand time dancing in the street in decorative costumes and bands playing a wide assortment of reggae-rhythm drums.
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