Visiting Lake Bronson Family Nudist Park

Since I last posted, I had a new set of Goodyears put on the motorhome, and as anyone with six wheels will tell you, that's not a cheap undertaking. I left the wheel covers off when the tires were replaced so I wouldn't have to deal with some inexperienced tire guy handing me an apology for garfing them up while trying to figure them out. When I brought it back home I gave it a complete bath and put the wheel covers back on. I ordered new heavy-duty Bilstein shocks to help smooth out the back and forth wandering. The rears came in before the fronts, and they were installed easily. The fronts came a few days later, and what a chore they were! The right side was a piece o' cake, but the driver's side... a little over 3 hours later I finally had it replaced. I think it took about 20 minutes for the other side. All that's left is a front end alignment and I'll feel good about driving it.

Also, during the downtime between shocks I did manage to get all the adhesive off the right side where the idiot that sold it to me had taped the giant 'For Sale' signs on with packing tape. The trouble is, now those areas are nice and shiny and clean. Now I need to give the whole thing a good polish job I guess.

Our Friday departure to Lake Bronson was destined to take place right in the thick of rush hour. I chose a relatively-relaxing route, but still ran into plenty of traffic--especially as we neared Highway 2 in Monroe, and again in Sultan. At least the motorhome was riding tons better than it did before.

Lake Bronson Family Nudist Park is super-easy to find. All you have to do is head East on Highway 2 and turn left at the 3rd traffic light in Sultan. A few miles down the road was the gate--a very nice gate too. Instead of a ring of multiple padlocks, it was an electronic gate with a numeric keypad. Unlike our previous visit to Kaniksu Ranch, we remembered to call ahead for the gate combination well before we got near our destination this time. Good thing too, as there was no cell signal when we got there, just like at Kaniksu. The RV lot was a flat, boring gravel parking lot with angled spaces separated by framed-in swatches of lawn at each space. While it wasn't much to look at, it afforded plenty of space for easy maneuvering--especially useful for folks with giant American land yachts. When we arrived it was fairly warm, so it was nice to strip down as we got ourselves set up and organized. There were at least half a dozen RV's there when we arrived, but a few of them appeared to be currently empty. We took a walk around the place right after setting up (with Ruby of course), then after dinner took a longer walk--doing the entire road loop around the inside of the park (about 2 miles). It was apparent that this was going to be a place where biting insects could easily prevail. Especially with all that exposed skin!

Saturday was gloomy. We awoke to light, drizzly rain and gray skies, thankful that we could still sit inside and be comfortably warm and dry. As the morning turned into afternoon, the clouds barely dissipated. There would be periods of brief warm sun, followed by clouds again obscuring it. The day never really got rolling. It was one of those days that make you stir crazy, leaving me yearning for bright sun to hang out in.  Our next door neighbor in the RV lot was a super nice older fella that came with a small pop-up camper/trailer. He was apparently big on walking, and weather be damned--he made sure he always got his steps in. Our motorhome wasn't perfectly level this time. I dunno--maybe I was feeling lazy about setting it properly I guess. Apparently, the different leveling condition contributed to a different sort of water pooling on the roof during the light rain, because we found a new leak appearing above the bathroom. More work to do before winter! So, along with the occasional walk during the day, we spent Saturday alternating between being indoors, playing card games and such, and racing outdoors to the sun patches when they briefly appeared. The good thing about being in a nudist setting is, when you see a break in the clouds you can just dash outside and revel in the sunshine bathing your body. If it goes away or starts to rain, just run back inside. No clothing issues to get in the way. We planned on taking a hike on the trail leading to the local falls, but then I realized that I forgot to pack any hiking shoes. I forgot to pack any shoes really--all I had were my flip flops, and I wasn't about to go hiking in flip flops. Instead of hiking we took several leisurely walks around the area, such as the perimeter trail that circles the lake.

Sunday was a whole different day than Saturday was. It was nice and hot, with plenty of sun. There were lots of folks coming out of the woodwork on Sunday, eager to take part in the bright sun and cloudless sky. The lake was the star attraction Sunday, and before long there were lots of people hanging around the dock. Being a family nudist park is the best to me. The gleeful shrieks that the kids made as they played added an element of fun to the relaxing crowd of mostly gray-haired people. There were lots of watercraft people could grab & go with, from canoes and paddle boards, to paddleboats, inflatables and water noodles.

It was sad when we finally had to leave. It was, however, a very nice bonus to be able to dump our holding tanks before we exited the gate! Oh, one other note: Don't forget to stop being naked when you leave!