South East Missouri and Pizza. Part #1 of four parts.
TITTIES BIG AND SMALL
For many years we'd drive from central Illinois to the fast moving rivers and creeks of S. E. Missouri to float down the rivers and camp in our RV. Compared to the Snake River and other rivers with dangerous rapids, these were nature's water park water slides.
We loved the Current River and a small, almost primitive campground where we could park right along the river. When not floating down stream or playing in the water, we could sit next to our RV and watch others float beyond the iron bridge. Watching bare boobies bouncing on a warm summer day was a great pastime for everyone. The cold spring water made erect nipples easier to spot from another canoe or along the riverbanks.
The normal way to enjoy the rivers was for someone to take you and a float, usually a canoe, or large inner tube, upstream and let you float to your predetermined destination. We chose this campground because the owners had a few vans that guests rode in pulling special trailers loaded with canoes. Maps showed different canoe trips, from a few hours, much of a day, even over nighters.
The added excitement of floating those rivers were all of the young topless and accidentally exposed women of all ages and shapes. Dollie wore her tiniest bikinis or a small halter top, removing it as soon as we got away from crowds and kids.
It was normal to find couples playing naked on the small islands and beaches far from where canoes and floats were put in and away from most campgrounds. No one seemed to mind even when they themselves were wearing regular swimsuits or shorts and blouses. It was hot, it was summer, they were fast moving streams surrounded by nature and clothes soon slipped or were taken off. Coolers filled with alcohol seemed to help.
For the most part much of the river banks were lined with rolling hills making it appear we were deep in the woods even if a park, campground, or small town were above the bluffs. Like where we camped when not staying at the state park, people on the river were twenty to thirty feet below and rarely paid attention to what or who was above.
I remember it being summer 1981 because we'd recently bought a nearly new 1980 Chevy Malibu to tow behind our motor home. This vacation we took advantage of the car to wander through the back woods and hills along other smaller rivers.
Too many float trips and too much sun forced us to take a long scenic drive throughout south central Missouri checking out hills, valleys, parks, and more streams. Of course, I wore nothing except a pair of short thin terry cloth shorts and Dollie the tiniest bikini she could find. We were in the car a lot or on mostly secluded trails or rivers.
The tourists we'd meet were dressed similarly or didn't mind looking at other nearly naked tourists. After days of sun, fun, and near nudity one tends to forget how little they are actually wearing. Somehow we stayed out of trouble and our bonus was usually seeing other partially clad vacationers and bare breasts.
After hours of roaming back roads and getting even more sunburned than we'd planned I slowly headed back toward town, the faded orange iron river bridge, and the campground just beyond the bridge and to the north. As we neared the very small country town I remembered the county park and campground behind the buildings just north and up the river, across from where we would camp at a privately owned public RV park. This was a typical old town with shops only along the county road and nothing behind on either side.
Since both sides of the river sit at the same height, we sometimes saw the tops and awnings of recreational vehicles among the trees on the other side from our campsite. I always wondered if it might be a better place to camp and possibly even cheaper. With nothing else to do but eat, I told my wife I was going to check and see what's up stream on the east side.
As I followed a narrow dirt lane maybe half mile, there were signs letting us know it was a County park and campground with boat ramps and canoe rentals ahead. Being midweek there was no ranger at the small gatehouse, which is normal most places off the beaten path. Dollie had pulled her tiny bikini top up and we were fairly decent, in case we met campers or security guards.
I continued past a lane on the left with a do not enter sign and continued a short drive to a second lane with an arrow pointing left. Ahead of this was a large gate with several warning signs. One said PRIVATE. Another sign said WARNING NUDEST CAMPING AHEAD and similar warnings. To say we were curious would be obvious. Since the tall chain link gate ahead was closed I followed the arrow left.
I followed the little lane that looped through the woods with RV sites cut into the forest. As the loop road ended with a left turn, it passed riverfront RV sites then made a second loop back toward the entrance. We roughly counted twenty five campsites, maybe ten with RV's parked, yet no one was around. Of course, like us, the vehicles were gone and the campers either floating the river or riding and enjoying the scenery. I was hoping to meet someone so I could ask about the nudist camp beyond.
Soon we were back on the little lane near the large chain link fenced gate. I parked off to one side. We had to see what was beyond that NUDIST CAMP gate! It was chained and padlocked but I could shove it enough to walk between the gate and a large post. I made it in easy. Dollies' tits put up a fight with the post. We shoved, squeezed, and wiggled Dollie past the gate, after she tore her tiny bikini top when it got hung up on the chain link fence wire. Figuring we were now in a nudist park and didn't need it, Dollie tossed the ripped bikini top on the ground.
After we squeezed beyond the gate we walked by a small guardhouse with more nudist warning and members only signs. This campground was identical to the first. Semi secluded private sites, each cut into the forest, yet not far from each other. Again, a few RV's without vehicles were scattered along these two loops.
