What's it like to go from being a younger city chick to living full time at a suburban naturist park in the woods of Washington State USA?

^ me pictured on our volleyball court.


It feels like a very Walden-like experiment. On one hand, I have fresh mountain air and spring water on tap. On the other hand, I feel like Laura Ingalls Wilder when I'm left to own devices when the tap stops working.


This community of thirty or so folks is responsible for maintaining the 40 acres we live on. Yes, it's kind of like a colony from the way I have heard nudist colonies described. But I would hate for that to overshadow the good that can be found in living this way.


People talk to their neighbors here. You have to - not only because you literally can't escape them but also because you'd never know what was going on up here if you didn't. Because so many old hippies live here not everyone checks email or use text. The majority of folks up here pay their rent via check or cash. Word on the street is our telephone.


It's fascinatingly stuck in 1985 up here. 


I realized today that I hadn't...

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