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. This 1957 law was the handiwork of an Arkansas radio evangelist named Braxton Sawyer, who made it his special crusade to rid the country of the evil of nudism.