Excuse me while I barf. To say nothing of the further implication that one has to be weird to enjoy nude recreation. An article which appeared just before Labor Day in The Boston Globe is a much better example of responsible journalism reporting on the nudist lifestyle. The folks inside the big wooden gate aren't much different from those outside. They just go through a lot more towels.
Parents let their kids wander about unsupervised.
Teenage girls stroll nonchalantly past middle-aged men. Solair is in rural Connecticut while Lupin is in the mountains that border Silicon Valley, but they really aren't so different. Both offer a semi-rustic retreat from frenetic urban life. Both attract the same sort of people. But you'd never realize this from the very dissimilar slants offered by the two articles in question.