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DANIELLE wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into on a clothing-optional getaway. It turned out very differently to how she expected.
THE lump in my stomach grew as my boyfriend and I cruised down the highway into a land with few houses, filled with trees upon trees. The road turned to gravel.
“Five minutes away,” he said in an uneven tone. “If we hate it we’ll leave.”
“Oh god, what have we gotten ourselves into?” I replied.
We were heading to Two Creeks, a clothing optional campground in northern Minnesota.
We were neither nudists nor swingers, gays nor lesbians nor trans, the demographics the campground catered to. Despite my love of being naked when I please, you could say I was uneasy to say the least.
We were greeted by the owner at the front gate, ready but terrified for our tour of the immense 40-hectare property. It was divided into sections. The main areas were “Alaska”, the deserted area far from anyone on this slow weekend; the self-proclaimed “Homo Heights” section, with the name which says it all; and the “City”, where the residents tended to live.
We decided we would hide away in our tiny tent in “Alaska” just in case everything freaked us out and we just wanted to camp out in the beautiful trees.
The tour progressed and every person we passed met us with big smiles and invites to their pools, hot tubs, dinners. Whether naked or clothed, every person offered a bright smile, excited for newcomers, albeit the youngest ones there.
Having only snacks on us and an intrigue to see what the campground was like, we headed over to another area, so-called “Misfit Island”, for dinner. Many people had beautiful campers that they built decks onto, along with swimming pools, hot tubs, and amazing hangout areas. There was even a hall for dances for the busier weekends, whether an organised event was planned or the residents decided to open it up themselves.
Misfit Island welcomed us in the moment we stepped up, fully clothed among ten or fifteen naked people. They smiled and accepted our gift of chips and vodka as they passed us countless shots of Fireball and led us to the buffet of food donated by different residents.
No money was to be spent at Two Creeks, but instead, there was a beautiful system of exchange. Need something done around your trailer? Grab someone a case of beer. Hungry with no grub? Toss on over a bag of chips. Nothing at all to exchange? Don’t worry about it, you’ll be taken care of anyway.
As a storm started setting in, we decided to splurge and move out of the tent and into an old school bus that looked like it would be less than cozy from the black tattered outside. We held our breath.
Instead of a ratty old bus, we stepped inside to find a perfectly renovated and beautiful place, complete with bathroom, bed, drinking water, everything. Plus, we were next to Misfit Island and our first new friend.
After briefly settling in I stripped off my top, feeling comfortable among our new friends. Oh sure, dirty jokes roamed free, as we laughed and drank the night away. Though my boyfriend had no desire to go naked, no one pressured him.
The only rule at Two Creeks is no means no, a rule that is strictly accepted and followed. Hey, the swingers may sometimes be on the prowl, but everyone wants to feel comfortable in their own skin. Accept others, and you will be accepted.
Despite being the youngest visitors that weekend, we had a blast. Though they didn’t show it, I’m sure some residents were wary; who were these twenty-something-year-olds? Would we fit in? Or would we hide away, unsure of this lifestyle so many had been living for years?
By the end of the first night we were in love; the smiles, the jokes, and the true human connection were unparalleled. We had found the most free, most open place in the United States.
Naked, clothed, swinger or in a monogamous relationship, gay or straight, young or old, no boundaries existed here.
Sure, there was the sex aspect, but it didn’t overpower the rest. Above anything, this was a place to be yourself, something modern society often tries to suffocate.
After our two days were up, a feeling in the pit of my stomach arose, completely unlike the feeling I had prior to our arrival: the thought of leaving this land broke my heart. My boyfriend looked at me. “Should we stay another night?”
I smiled from cheek to cheek as I gleefully accepted.
While weekends have far more people partying the nights away (or quietly hanging out around a fire), the weekdays tend to be more calm with fewer visitors, though a few stick around.
The crowd thinned out as the weekend ended, and we continued to get to know the people there, growing closer and closer to them as our time at Two Creeks drew to a close.
Still, something nagged at us. How could we find heaven, a place of utter acceptance and connection, only to leave?
And so we rented the stationary bus for the year, able to return at any moment, and official residents of Two Creeks. Our new friends were ecstatic to have us, for this was a land where neither age nor sexual orientation nor lifestyle choice mattered; this was a place for all to call home.
Danielle is a self-described “crazy nomad” who’s been on the road for more than four years straight, finding new homes as she hitchhikes along. She previously wrote about her stay at a nude hotel in Mexico . You can check out her blog, Like Riding a Bicycle , follow her adventures on Ultimate Country Guides , or follow her on Facebook , Instagram , and Twitter .
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More stories to check out before you go
DANIELLE wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into on a clothing-optional getaway. It turned out very differently to how she expected.
THE lump in my stomach grew as my boyfriend and I cruised down the highway into a land with few houses, filled with trees upon trees. The road turned to gravel.
“Five minutes away,” he said in an uneven tone. “If we hate it we’ll leave.”
“Oh god, what have we gotten ourselves into?” I replied.
We were heading to Two Creeks, a clothing optional campground in northern Minnesota.
We were neither nudists nor swingers, gays nor lesbians nor trans, the demographics the campground catered to. Despite my love of being naked when I please, you could say I was uneasy to say the least.
We were greeted by the owner at the front gate, ready but terrified for our tour of the immense 40-hectare property. It was divided into sections. The main areas were “Alaska”, the deserted area far from anyone on this slow weekend; the self-proclaimed “Homo Heights” section, with the name which says it all; and the “City”, where the residents tended to live.
We decided we would hide away in our tiny tent in “Alaska” just in case everything freaked us out and we just wanted to camp out in the beautiful trees.
The tour progressed and every person we passed met us with big smiles and invites to their pools, hot tubs, dinners. Whether naked or clothed, every person offered a bright smile, excited for newcomers, albeit the youngest ones there.
Having only snacks on us and an intrigue to see what the campground was like, we headed over to another area, so-called “Misfit Island”, for dinner. Many people had beautiful campers that they built decks onto, along with swimming pools, hot tubs, and amazing hangout areas. There was even a hall for dances for the busier weekends, whether an organised event was planned or the residents decided to open it up themselves.
Misfit Island welcomed us in the moment we stepped up, fully clothed among ten or fifteen naked people. They smiled and accepted our gift of chips and vodka as they passed us countless shots of Fireball and led us to the buffet of food donated by different residents.
No money was to be spent at Two Creeks, but instead, there was a beautiful system of exchange. Need something done around your trailer? Grab someone a case of beer. Hungry with no grub? Toss on over a bag of chips. Nothing at all to exchange? Don’t worry about it, you’ll be taken care of anyway.
As a storm started setting in, we decided to splurge and move out of the tent and into an old school bus that looked like it would be less than cozy from the black tattered outside. We held our breath.
Instead of a ratty old bus, we stepped inside to find a perfectly renovated and beautiful place, complete with bathroom, bed, drinking water, everything. Plus, we were next to Misfit Island and our first new friend.
After briefly settling in I stripped off my top, feeling comfortable among our new friends. Oh sure, dirty jokes roamed free, as we laughed and drank the night away. Though my boyfriend had no desire to go naked, no one pressured him.
The only rule at Two Creeks is no means no, a rule that is strictly accepted and followed. Hey, the swingers may sometimes be on the prowl, but everyone wants to feel comfortable in their own skin. Accept others, and you will be accepted.
Despite being the youngest visitors that weekend, we had a blast. Though they didn’t show it, I’m sure some residents were wary; who were these twenty-something-year-olds? Would we fit in? Or would we hide away, unsure of this lifestyle so many had been living for years?
By the end of the first night we were in love; the smiles, the jokes, and the true human connection were unparalleled. We had found the most free, most open place in the United States.
Naked, clothed, swinger or in a monogamous relationship, gay or straight, young or old, no boundaries existed here.
Sure, there was the sex aspect, but it didn’t overpower the rest. Above anything, this was a place to be yourself, something modern society often tries to suffocate.
After our two days were up, a feeling in the pit of my stomach arose, completely unlike the feeling I had prior to our arrival: the thought of leaving this land broke my heart. My boyfriend looked at me. “Should we stay another night?”
I smiled from cheek to cheek as I gleefully accepted.
While weekends have far more people partying the nights away (or quietly hanging out around a fire), the weekdays tend to be more calm with fewer visitors, though a few stick around.
The crowd thinned out as the weekend ended, and we continued to get to know the people there, growing closer and closer to them as our time at Two Creeks drew to a close.
Still, something nagged at us. How could we find heaven, a place of utter acceptance and connection, only to leave?
And so we rented the stationary bus for the year, able to return at any moment, and official residents of Two Creeks. Our new friends were ecstatic to have us, for this was a land where neither age nor sexual orientation nor lifestyle choice mattered; this was a place for all to call home.
Danielle is a self-described “crazy nomad” who’s been on the road for more than four years straight, finding new homes as she hitchhikes along. She previously wrote about her stay at a nude hotel in Mexico . You can check out her blog, Like Riding a Bicycle , follow her adventures on Ultimate Country Guides , or follow her on Facebook , Instagram , and Twitter .
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As his colleagues blast the PM for heading overseas during the NSW floods, news.com.au can reveal their own leader is doing some globetrotting of his own.
Multiple airports across Australia are set for another day of huge crowds as the school holiday chaos continues.

At this Michigan campground, nudity is just a way of life
At this Michigan campground, nudity is just a way of life
John Carlisle
 
| Detroit Free Press
Nudists discuss the freedom of life at resort in southern Michigan
Nudists discuss the freedoms of life at Cherry Lane Nudist Resort in North Adams located in southern Michigan.
NORTH ADAMS – The elderly newcomer wanted to make friends, so he took off his pants and waved hello.
Gloria Wright was going about her morning, talking with her neighbors outside their trailers, when this gray-haired visitor drove inside the campground, stepped out of his truck and stood in the hot sunshine before them wearing nothing but a red T-shirt and flip-flops. And everyone just yawned.
This is what sometimes passes for an icebreaker at the Cherry Lane Nudist Resort in North Adams, secluded among farms on the state’s south side, where adults can wander naked and free, like overgrown babes in the woods. The resort is like a typical RV campground where people can swim, barbecue and hang out. Only difference is, everyone’s naked most of the time.
“It’s just a wonderful place,” said Wright, 63, a retired education consultant from Lima, Ohio. She first came here in 2002 with a now ex-husband who wanted freedom from a life of Pentecostal shackles. He left, she stayed, and she now lives at the resort half the year in a trailer with an expansive deck that overlooks a shaded valley in the woods.
“We just have all groups of people, all the way from truck drivers to lawyers … a lot of nurses and teachers, and everybody finds their own little niche and has a really nice time,” said Wright, who was wearing a light summer dress. Nudity isn’t required anywhere here except the swimming pool. But like the bold, geriatric visitor who dropped his pants as soon as he arrived, people who are drawn here don’t usually need encouragement to get naked in front of others.
“It’s a sense of freedom that you normally don’t get. I mean, if you were meant to be naked you’d have been born that way,” said the Rev. Dennis Bevis, Cherry Lane’s 66-year-old longtime owner and dispenser of wry slogans. “And so it’s going back to nature, basically.”
On top of his managerial duties, Bevis also is an ordained minister with the Universal Life Church. "As a holy man I cannot only provide you with a place to sin, but also absolve you of said sins at the end of the weekend if you so desire," he reassures people on the resort's website.
Many members of Cherry Lane say being naked in public is just innocent fun, a way to move past self-consciousness while also enjoying the sensation of the warm sunshine and the cool breeze on their bare skin.
“It’s free and open here,” said 83-year-old Floyd Hoover, who’s been a member of the resort for a quarter-century. “You run around without any clothes on. You’ve got a beautiful pool, you can lay out and be yourself like nature intended. Kind of like a Garden of Eden thing.”
Cherry Lane started back in the freewheeling late ‘60s, when nudist resorts were springing up all over the country.
It was founded by Bevis’ parents, who’d tried nudism and liked it, but grew tired of the resort they’d been attending in mid-Michigan. Too uptight, they thought. So the family converted a small farm they owned in the little village of North Adams into their own public nudist camp.
Back then the resort was barely more than a few tents and trailers. Fifty years later, it’s become an 80-acre community with high-end campers, a clubhouse, a performance stage, a swimming pool, utilities, amenities and security. It’s one of seven nudist resorts left operating in Michigan, set in conservative Hillsdale County, of all places. Membership costs up to $1,800 a year.
The crowd here skews distinctly older. “We’re starting to get a younger group now, but there’s a lot of people between 50 and 75 that’s from that Baby Boomer commune generation,” Wright said. “But we’re starting to get a younger, maybe 40 to 50-ish group in here. And you have the occasional 25-year-old girl who comes in with some old, rich man who wants to show her off.”
There’s lots to do here, from naked volleyball tournaments to nude painting classes to Saturday night dances in a clubhouse — usually with a theme, like ‘70s night. There are a dozen or so minibars that residents set up in front of their campers, and on weekend summer nights there often are bar crawls from one camper to another for bouts of naked drinking.
They’ve also got pudding wrestling. Blind golf-cart races. And the annual "Shave-a-Thon," when people take razors to each other’s most tender parts in broad daylight by the pool, memorialized in a graphic photo display in the clubhouse.
There are rules galore here: Visitors have to be buzzed in at the gate and must register with the office. No children are allowed at any time. Cameras are prohibited. Drugs are forbidden. “And ‘no’ always means no,” Wright said.
Most people here on a given day are dues-paying members who leave their campers here year-round. Though, since nudism requires good weather, the resort is closed to all but the die-hards from October to April every year.
But it’s open in the summer to visitors, who can hang out during the daytime and sample the nudist life. It’s a way to attract new members. It's also a way to draw creeps. Residents call them “pay per views” who often come to leer. Some try to sneak in past the front gate. Everyone watches out for them. They’ve earned the scrutiny over the years.
“You wouldn’t believe the people that come in here,” Wright said. “They automatically believe that everybody’s naked all the time, everybody’s screwing everybody all the time. I mean, those are the kind of questions you get all the time.”
Wright remembers sitting outside having coffee and donuts one morning with her 83-year-old neighbor when a lone, male visitor walked over and asked them to expose themselves. “And he’s like, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,’” Wright said. And he did just that. The women were uncharmed by the move.
“People that are vanilla about this automatically think just because you’re a nudist that you must go along with everything else,” said Lisa Klingler, 52, of Windsor. She and her husband Joe, 65, have a camper parked here permanently, and spend an entire month here every summer. To them, nudism is a social activity. They like to throw naked dinner parties for their neighbors. 
For them, public nudity is simply liberating. Especially, she said, for women.
“Because we sit there every day of our lives, we have to put our masks on, we gotta put our makeup on, we gotta put our uniform on or our scrubs on,” she said, seated topless on a stool at their camper bar, known as Lisa and Joe’s Bar and Grill. Her naked husband was nearby, buil
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