Unsuited

Okay, I'm back from the Comic-Con. Actually, I was back yesterday morning, and did intend to post then, but I ended up having too much to catch up on and being too tired to get to it. Truth be told, I still have a lot to catch up on, so I don't have much time today either, but I'll at least make time for a brief post.

I'm not going to say anything about the Comic-Con itself, because, well, that's not really relevant to this blog; that's something more appropriate for my LiveJournal. There is one thing I did over the weekend, though, that I don't really want to admit to in a non-anonymous context just yet. It's something I've long kinda wanted to do, but never did mostly because I knew the church would frown on it.

The Comic-Con ended around 5:00 on Sunday. I didn't want to drive back to L.A. during peak traffic hours, so I had decided to wait until later that night to head back. That left me with a few hours of down time Sunday evening to fill. And I'd found out about a nude beach near San Diego...

So, I figured, what the hey...

The most direct route to get there, apparently, involved following a spotty trail down a fairly steep cliff. When I got to the bottom, I was about to head north--I had read that the nude part of the beach was the northern half; the south part was city-owned and the wearing of clothing was enforced there--when I noticed that apparently that was unnecessary; this trail evidently led right to the nude beach itself, judging from the fact that, well, pretty much everyone around was naked.

True to stereotype, there was a volleyball game going on. I didn't join in; I only had an hour or two anyway before the parking lot at the top of the cliffs closed at sundown. I spent my time at the beach in the water, just swimming in the ocean and letting the waves wash over me.

I enjoyed it quite a bit, actually. I'm not sure why, but there was just something about being naked in the ocean, with nothing between me and the waters of the sea, that I really liked. Now, I don't go to San Diego often, and there aren't any nude beaches near L.A.--there is one, apparently, closer to L.A. than the one I went to, but still not all that close. So I don't know when I'm likely to visit a nude beach again. But I'm glad I went this time.

Still...this obviously isn't something I'm going to be telling my family, or the people I know at church, about...