“If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I’d be happy to do it for you.” ~ Groucho Marx
We are travel lovers who hate wearing clothes. We hate wearing clothes so much that when we get home from an excursion, we undress before turning on the lights, looking for intruders or taking the dog out for a pee. If we’re not in a nudist resort, that can be a problem because you have to dress again to take the dog out. One time Scott wrapped himself in a trash bag.
Speaking of the dog, he doesn’t like clothes either but somehow Julie manages to get a cute outfit on him when he’s not looking. He’ll pull at it with his teeth, like a loony in a straightjacket, until eventually giving up or stopping long enough to pose for a Facebook photo.
In 2014, we downsized by selling our home in Arizona and moving into a motorhome, which we lovingly call The Toaster. We then launched on a Grand Tour of Nudist Places (among other places) which has expanded into a road trip going on five years.
In 2015 we started chronicling our experiences in a monthly column for the NUSA SUN magazine, and became known as the Nomadic Nudists. Regular readers of that column will confirm that we love our lifestyle but don’t take it too seriously.
As of this writing, we’ve been to 33 nudist resorts, eight clothing optional beaches, one clothing optional bar, 44 U.S. states, 16 countries and one (ugh) Bob Evans restaurant.