Girls only nudest camp
We pass a chalkboard sign on the opposite side of the car with updated activities for the weekend.
The speed limit is a 10-mph crawl so the golf carts, which have run of the camp, can keep up.
They do this for sanitary reasons, but with the water temperature set to a balmy 85 degrees (and 101 degrees for the hot tub), who really needs a suit, anyway?
Thirty chairs surround the pool and six are occupied by the time we sit down.
In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find much besides a P. I wondered if Green Valley would be anything like the weekend I spent beading necklaces in my underwear alongside my pubescent troop.
In retrospect, maybe if we'd all been more comfortable with our bodies back then it would have saved some years of combined confusion.
*** When you defeat Green Valley's urge to not be found, you'll find two miniscule mustard letters affixed to a pole just off the road: GV.
As we pull off onto their gravel drive, there is a chainlink fence decorated with barbed wire on top. A metallic female voice echoes over the intercom, "Okay, go ahead and come straight up to the office." Somewhere behind the fence she pushes a button and the gate swings open. On Green Valley's website, an FAQ section suggests that the only thing nudists hate more than using their last names are camera phones. "There are just too many people out there on the internet that would get a kick out of knowing we're here together, naked," Bonnie says.The majority of Green Valley runs as a co-op, with members working together to complete work projects and maintenance on the grounds, based on their talents, abilities and time.As we park next to the sky-blue shed that serves as the office, I spot a guy on a riding mower cutting the lawn. A middle-aged blonde hippie with glasses resting on the bridge of her nose and a large bronzed bosom takes our IDs into the office before gathering brochures and a complimentary bag and towels for us. We sign off on our paperwork after reviewing the rules and regulations, and exit the office in single file behind our nude guide.Cradling my beach towel close to my chest, I clutch a red Solo cup full of champagne and pineapple juice. "Oh yeah, we're having a great time," I reply, pulled back into reality for a second, a little dazed by the warmth of the July day enveloping my body.
I take a long drink and start to relax a little, eventually setting the cup and towel aside. "All right, well, just as a reminder," the voice says, "there is no clothing allowed in the pool." "Gotcha," I respond, already completely naked.I sprawl out on the chair, uncovered, closing my eyes and basking in the uninhibited sunshine as water laps the sides of the pool. We're a half an hour south of Cleveland at the Green Valley Family Nudist Camp, a place where men, women and families cavort together in the nude, located near neighborhoods in Medina County that shade red on your friendly local political maps. Many neighbors don't even know it exists, let alone the rest of Clevelanders.