The nudist resort was something of a legend in the area. Teens and college students alike spoke of it like an urban legend. I can even remember loading into an old Cavalier with friends and driving to look for it. We imagined we would see naked people frolicking right there by the road.
The unassuming barely two-lane road contained scattered homes and farmland. Clearly this “resort” was just an urban legend like a “haunted house” or something of the sort. But we kept driving. A friend darted her hand out the window and hollered, “there it is!” It was just a simple drive and wooden gate.
Who knows what we were afraid of, but a friend shouted, “drive faster!” And off we went…giggling all the way.