I wonder if I'm turning into a nudist. I seem to enjoy the opportunities I have to get naked in the outdoors.

I've combed North Carolina for the wildest gay swimming holes to fit your skinny-dipping need, be it a happening scene, mixed crowd, or a waterfall-misted solitude.

Long considered one of the best swimming spots in America, Franconia Falls is a 7 mile round-trip hike or bike through a piece of New Hampshire history.

I've combed New York for the wildest gay swimming holes to fit your skinny-dipping need, be it a happening scene, mixed crowd, or a waterfall-misted solitude.

For a long time I've been doing an annual canoe trip with the same group of friends, but lately I've had the feeling that they aren't as adventurous as they used to be. Also, in the time we've been making our voyages, I've become a naturist and they haven't. So it occurred to me that I might be able to get lucky twice, and put together a naturist group to do some canoeing in locations that would be a bit more exciting than my old friends would care for.

When I first saw the waterfalls I wanted to go there—be close enough to hear the melody and feel the mist. There I wanted to immerse myself naked in the nature of it all. And today, Míguel and I would not only feel the mist of the falls on our naked bodies, but also the downward breeze created as the water cascaded into the pool. It was quite pleasant sitting on a log at the edge of the pool, the constant breeze cooling us in the noonday sun as a light mist rose up above the trees.