She lives in the woods of the Ninemile Valley, thirty miles west of Missoula. Our son Mark was on board the drift boat fishing from the back. His bride Ashleysat in the double seat up front, by me. We took turns planting our hips in the brace to try our hand at snagging trout. It was glorious. But there was this perfect little foam line—-just one more cast? I suffer from obsessive casting disorder. There we sat, securely fastened to one rock as the Kevlar boat bottom gripped hold, while pushed against another by the impossibly formidable underwater pull.
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He isn't kidding. We were having a good time talking with other couples and he a very large man stripped down to nothing! We were able to ignore what he was doing until the owner became extremely pushy and continually suggested we get naked. After several times he became rude and said if you don't take your clothes off you should leave. The situation became extremely uncomfortable so me and my husband and a handful of other people left. We come here several times a year and as much as we love this place, unfortunately I Don't think we will be back.
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The Sun Meadow nudist resort in this region of wheatfields, tall pines and rolling hills offers gated amenities for those who prefer going without. The nudists are at this acre resort for the 61st annual convention of the American Association of Nude Recreation's Northwest regional chapter. This is Sun Meadow's fourth year of operation. Washington also has several "travel clubs" whose members venture to spots such as Sun Meadow. This is the second time Sun Meadow has hosted the convention for the regional group, which has 2, members in Idaho, Washington, Oregon and Montana. The national group has 45, members, and the numbers of the willingly unclothed appear to be growing: There are nudists clubs across the nation, up from in Resort members wander about the lodge's central meeting room, kept at a constant 78 degrees. A couple is seen strolling along a hiking path, walking sticks in hand. A giggling toddler runs through the clubhouse, and children's water toys litter the outdoor pool area. To me it's just like exercise.
For twenty-three years I have lived with four other people. I have no space, few moments of ever being alone without a person working around the house or a child and his or her friends spread throughout every room. And then there's the husband and the dog. Privacy is a foreign word to me. Someone is always there, most often wanting something from me. I'm always in a state of readiness. So I gave myself a little mini adventure by traveling alone to Montana to spend a week at a writers' retreat.