|Beach view of my spot.|
Finally, opportunity and curiosity got the better of me, after all these years. I’m staying in Titusville, Florida very near Cape Canaveral on my self-described “Beaches Tour” as I travel this season. I began at Virginia Beach, Myrtle Beach, Daytona Beach and Cocoa Beach, taking pictures and sitting in the sand watching waves and the things that people do. I think it’s fair to say that not all beaches are the same although alike in many respects with the obvious, sand, salt-spray, tides and waves. Some are better for sunbathing. Some are great for surfing due to the configuration of the sandy bottom which creates waves. Some are great for fishing piers and dolphin watching. Some, are quiet, secluded and pretty good for sunbathing nude. I went to one last week as a curious on-looker. I tried to follow protocols - no staring, no photographs, no approaching people for the purpose of idle conversation, but I did shoot at few cell phone photos - never to be published, as rule #1 is respect for peoples’ privacy.
|Gateway into the beach area.|
Having done my research, I packed a ham sandwich, some chips, 2-bottles of water and a couple of apples. This entire area is non-commercial, so whatever you bring with you is all you’ll have available. There are chemical toilet buildings near several of the parking lots for the only other convenience. I tried listening to my iPod and reading from my nook e-reader, but I just couldn’t focus on anything but the beach (and beach goers). I alternated sitting in the beach chair and laying on the blanket in the sand, but I kept my swimsuit on. I did lower the elastic waist band and rolled up the legs to get a tan that doesn’t stop sharply at the end of the suit. I managed to get some rays and subtly take a few cell phone pictures. I dunno why. Just to prove to myself that I had actually been there in the first place. Anyway, I stayed about 4-hours, packed up my stuff and was back home at camp by about 3:30.
|"Here comes the sun .. doot-n-doo-doo"|
Over the next few days, I spent some time in the sun outside my camper at the campsite on the sunny days. I listened to my iPod, read some short stories on my Kindle Fire and took a nap now and again. Of course, I had to keep my suit on, but I did roll up the legs on my gym shorts. My mind did wander back to the nude beach from time to time as I hadn’t availed myself of the “total experience”. I thought about it seriously and considered the safety and other factors. All it took was the guts to do it. The determination to leave my swimsuit on the beach chair with my t-shirt and bare all for the sun and the surf. I still wasn’t sure I actually wanted that experience. Perhaps just last week’s visit would be enough - or would it? At this point, I still hadn’t decided to go au naturale or even if I should make a return trip to that beach. What would I gain?
This being the winter season, it still gets cooler than perfect beach weather on a regular basis. Factor-in rainy days and other inclement weather, watching the weather and surf reports become a normal daily activity through the internet. I found a site called Surf Guru that features a surf report about every three days as well as a variety of beach webcams. Of course, the nude beach is not included in the webcams, but the surf and tide reports will be similar enough. I was planning for a high tide in the afternoon when the incoming waves would be more dramatic. Weather reports are normally only accurate from Orlando weather stations, which is 2-hours to the west of here. Phone apps get their information from the largest airport weather stations. Titusville has a small commuter airport and limited weather information and forecasting suitable for take-offs and landings of aircraft - not necessarily good for the beach.
After all that, I decided that yesterday was going to be a good day for a return visit to the nude beach. One visit gives you an idea, but two visits gives an even better idea of the average experience. The sunning in the buff decision was still up in the air, but doubtful. “No guts no glory”, I’ve heard it said. To me, it’s no glory, no guts meaning not all men are created equally. My brain was still in conservative mode. How curious do I really need to be? True nudists - male and female - are totally unconcerned. You can tell who they are by the absence of tan lines - except those who tan artificially in tanning beds, I suppose. Then, I guess you never know for sure except by the evenness of the overall tan. I’m no connoisseur, but you have to stare to be certain. No staring - that’s another nude beach rule. That said, everybody still takes a peek. It’s public.
Learning from the experience the week before, I left earlier to get a closer parking space. I got the last one, but I had to move a “Mowing Crew” sign to park there. I grabbed my stuff, walked over the boardwalk structure over the dunes and looked up and down the beach to find a spot - not too close to other people. At first, everyone automatically spaces themselves equally, but as more and more people arrive, they seem to fill-in the spots in-between those spots. It’s all very polite. I unfolded my beach chair and screwed my umbrella post into the sand and assembled the umbrella top into it. I laid out a moving pad out in the sand and spread out my beach towel on top of it. Now, I was all set except for that one thing.
The nearest beach patrons were about 100 yards away in either direction. “Well, why not?” I said to myself. I leaned on the beach chair and in a few moves dropped my swimsuit on the chair and walked around to get some sun on my pasty-white butt cheeks and my partially tanned back. I laid down on my beach towel and wiggled around to reposition the sand underneath me for comfort. Since I was face down with no view of the beach, I turned on my iPod and stuck in the ear-buds and listened to some beach music - still trying to find a comfortable situation. During that time, the sun ducked behind some cloud cover and popped out occasionally. The instant warmth was obvious and felt good as the wind increased from about 3 mph to about 10+ mph blowing the umbrella and curling up the corner of my blanket.
|This one should be called, "The End".|
I finished the day around 2:30 pm as the cool winds picked up and it seemed cooler when the sun was hidden. I had already put my trunks and t-shirt back on as insulation against the wind. I hated to leave the wave action of the incoming tide along this section of non-commercial beach.
I had been home barely an hour when I began to feel the painful sting of sunburn. Oh, this was not going to be pleasant. I fixed something to eat and relaxed a bit in front to the boob-tube until I began to feel very cold. I took a couple of aspirin. It was only about 9:00 pm when I went to bed. Ouch! Ouch! I knew the only thing to warm me up was a blanket and the sun had drained all my energies. In only a couple of minutes, I was asleep.
I woke up two hours later and the coldness was gone, but the sting was still there. I watched an hour of Perry Mason and half-hour of Twilight Zone on TV and hit the sheets again. Today, I’m sore, very sore. My skin feels tight, but I don’t feel the warmth or chilling that I did last night. Just the sting that every time I move, it stings some more. Moisturizer..... I need moisturizer so that I don’t feel the burned skin stretching with my moving. Even sitting still and typing this is painful. Well, I wondered how it would feel to go au naturale at the nude beach. I’m experiencing the down side today and I’m no longer curious. It hurts too much to be too that curious again. Show this Bucket List item, done .. as in well-toasted.