The Nude Life

Woo woo!  We’re going to Haulover Beach!  If everything works well we’ll be there the 26th thru 28th of March, a long needed respite from this goddamn frozen hellhole of Wisconsin.  Pardon the language but this has been one awful winter.

Thanks to Angie’s new airline job, we get lots of free air travel and are damned intending to use it!   First stop, Miami Beach! 

Got a hotel 125 yards down the beach from Haulover, plan to get decently sunburned.  If we don’t, it’s our own fault.  Like I told Angie, we don’t have much money but we can go where the rich folk do!

We’ve gotten so sick and tired of winter that we were ready to move South

 to escape it.  That means leaving family and grandkids behind, not so good.  With her new job, and occasional escapes to places warmer perhaps we can hold on a few years longer.  We’ll see.

We still long to move to a nudist community where we can be us most of the time.

Like I said, we’ll see.   Ah, for a perfect world… 

- Steve

P.S. - To our Northern friends, we won’t be there long enough to send postcards, but we’ll be thinking of you!  Ah, actually, probably not .  Sorry about that…  ;-)  

In the 34+ years since I last strapped on a pair of roller skates, a few things have changed. Back in my high school days, when I was on the varsity swimming team, I was a 6-foot, 4-inch mass of sinewy muscle, proably about 4% body fat, and able to bury my fellow high school football player jock friends in endurance, upper-body and leg strength, and pretty much everything else. My friends and I roller skated almost every weekend at some of the many huge new roller rinks that sprouted up around the Chicago area in the early 1970’s, and of course, I was still more than two decades away from discovering nudism.

Today, I’m sorry to report that although I am still 6′ 4″, I am a typical doughy middle-aged white guy, whose chiseled musculature from high school is now just a memory on an atrophied, fleshy bodkin. But, that didn’t keep me and 25 other nudist friends from our first-ever nude roller skating party last night.

We had a blast. Most of us had, like me, not strapped on a pair of skates in at least a couple of decades. And amazingly, none of us made fools of ourselves (other than the very act of skating around in circles for two hours without a stitch of clothing on), and there were very, very few spills and no broken bones, split skulls, or compound fractures.

The rink owner was gracious and accommodating, too. He said it was the first time he’d ever hosted a nudist group in the 30 years he’s owned his rink. His DJ, however, said with a wink that, “unofficially,” there had been a nude skating party there in the past — and it seemed as though he had a set of keys to the place.

Everyone enjoyed the evening, and we are planning to make the nude skating night an annual event for the club. We also snapped some group photos, which we will submit to AANR for publication in The Bulletin in an upcoming issue.