Yes, it has been a while since posting. But the next few months will be a whirlwind of travel and nude beaches! Stay tuned. Apparently some of my anonymity has gone by the wayside…so be it! Everyone I know knows I love nude beaches and in the spirit of promoting it as a perfectly healthy, innocuous, family friendly activity that has no right being shunned or prohibited feel free to figure out my real name and put a face to the blog. Blargh!
Anyhoo, this past week I went back home to sunny California. There were some disappointments and some happy revelations. Since most of my friends are not all that into nude sun bathing (go figure!) I didn’t get to hang out with many of them. Also, the best cupcake shop on earth has closed for business (damn you economy!).
But we all know what you came here for, right? Originally my plan was to go to all the nude beaches along the California Coast. But when I got there, the joy at being with family and friends, and, frankly, relaxing the way one should while on vacation got the better of me and I decided to make it a half trip instead.
My first stop right after landing was San Onofre in San Diego county. The entire impetus for this trip was San Onofre, which news reports had mentioned would be going “officially” textile after Labor Day 2009. Not wanting to have missed out on the fun I decided to join the last hurrah.
Practical Info: The World’s Best Nude Beaches and Resorts (a must have for the traveling nudist) has the directions down right. Take the 5 and exit on San Onofre/Basilone. Here’s the thing: just keep going. If you are driving south on the 5, turn right and go, go, go until you hit the park entrance. I made the mistake of turning oon one of the side streets because, HELLO!, no signs. Don’t do that. Just go straight for a (long) while and you’ll get there. Then once in the park drive, drive, drive until you hit the very last parking lot. Trail 6 down to the beach will be there.
The funny thing is, there are at least two signs at the front entrance “strictly prohibiting” nudity. Of course once I actually made it down to the beach there had to be at least 200 naked people in the “nude section,” the south part of the beach..ha, ha, ha. Of course, after Labor Day, who knows…but a regular told me they always threaten to start ticketing and nudists still keep coming as usual. As of September 2009 the entry fee was $15. This seems to be a recent price hike since the guy after me was bitching about it. I guess they need to fund the anti-nudity Gestapo that will be going around ticketing people for showing off what Mother Nature gave us. Sigh!
As stated, trail 6 is the one you want to take down to the beach, as it’s the nearest trail to the nude section. There are two ways to get down to the beach: the long road, which takes longer or the short cut which may very well break your neck. You’ll see the shortcut well enough, mostly because veterans will be hiking down it carrying everything from surfboards to coolers, the same way high wire acts manage to juggle balls while walking the tightrope. But seriously, if you get vertigo, have a fear of heights, have a fear of falling, have on flimsy shoes, or just generally value the one-piecedness of your bones and body…do yourself a favor and take the long road. Yes it will add 20 minutes to your total walk, but you’ll be happy about it later. I made the mistake of taking the shortcut only to find out too late that it was not at all safety-friendly and ended up scooting down on my ass much to the amusement of fellow beach goers. Once down on the beach, turn left and (hopefully, if the protests don’t fall on deaf ears) you’ll see plenty of happy nudists enjoying the beach. There is a goodish mix…all adults. Mostly men, but enough women to balance it out. The usual dense crowd of gay men, seconded only by solo men (who may or may not be gay). A fair number of hetero couples and female groups as well. As usual, I was the only single female I saw.
The south part of the beach pretty much goes on nude forever…even into the military section beyond the flimsy chain link fence. I’m not advocating going past the fence (or violating the “law” by going nude after Labor Day), but you should know that there are several gaps in it, and plenty of nude sun bathers beyond it. Your choice!
I found myself a pretty little spot away from the cliques (I hate nudist cliques) but near enough to be noticed (any nudists who says they don’t have at least some exhibitionism in them are lying). I stripped and laid back to enjoy the sun. Around the same time I realized I’d ignored the number 1 rule of nude sun bathing. BRING WATER! (seriously!), an Italian gentleman walked by and introduced himself. He had a bottle of water so I happily welcomed his company. I agreed to move over to his umbrella on the promise that I could have some of his water, which turned out to be warm but I didn’t care. It pays to be a female nudist :).
The beach itself is nice enough…especially since SoCal weather is rarely a disappointment. According to my friend the rocks that were piled on the sand were a recent event. I loved the look of them so grabbed some to have their own bottle in my collection. There are also a lot of sticks and things in the sand, making it not so nice to walk on barefoot. But when you get to the water you notice a lot of gold flecks in the sand. Not enough to go panning or anything, but enough to make it a spectacular change from the average beach!
Unfortunately I forgot to snap my usual photos. I should have at least taken one of the trail so you would see I’m not some big sissy, but I was too busy trying to keep my neck from breaking! And on the beach, well, decorum dictates that cameras are a no-no. That didn’t stop the Italian and I from snapping each other. Thankfully it was all my camera because he came out looking like some Adonis (seriously…Italians are all blessed, if you know what I mean) while I came out looking like a beached whale…a tan beached whale, but a whale all the same. Sigh! Naturally those photos have been deleted thank you very much. The good news is, nudists are so forgiving of flaws!
The rest of the day is a blur….meaning none of your damn business. Then I headed home to spend time with mom.
San Onofre Pros:
- Large nudist population, at least pre-ban
- Lovely California weather
- Gold flakes in the sand near water, worth that alone
- Public restrooms (before the hike down to the water though)
San Onofre Cons:
- Fee to enter park
- Legality of nudism an issue
- Long hike down to the beach
- Sand full of rocks and sticks
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