The crowd thinned out as the weekend ended, and we continued to get to know the people there, growing closer and closer to them as our time at Two Creeks drew to a close. While weekends have far more people partying the nights away (or quietly hanging out around a fire), the weekdays tend to be more calm with fewer visitors, though a few stick around. I smiled from cheek to cheek as I gleefully accepted.
Above anything, this was a place to be yourself, something modern society often tries to suffocate.Īfter our two days were up, a feeling in the pit of my stomach arose, completely unlike the feeling I had prior to our arrival: the thought of leaving this land broke my heart. Sure, there was the sex aspect, but it didn’t overpower the rest. The inside of Danielle’s rented bus was nothing like the outside. Naked, clothed, swinger or in a monogamous relationship, gay or straight, young or old, no boundaries existed here. We had found the most free, most open place in the United States.
Though they didn’t show it, I’m sure some residents were wary who were these twenty-something-year-olds? Would we fit in? Or would we hide away, unsure of this lifestyle so many had been living for years?īy the end of the first night we were in love the smiles, the jokes, and the true human connection were unparalleled. Accept others, and you will be accepted.ĭespite being the youngest visitors that weekend, we had a blast. Hey, the swingers may sometimes be on the prowl, but everyone wants to feel comfortable in their own skin. The only rule at Two Creeks is no means no, a rule that is strictly accepted and followed. Though my boyfriend had no desire to go naked, no one pressured him. Oh sure, dirty jokes roamed free, as we laughed and drank the night away. Picture: Danielle DitzianĪfter briefly settling in I stripped off my top, feeling comfortable among our new friends. Not a bad spot to hang out and meet the locals. Plus, we were next to Misfit Island and our first new friend. Instead of a ratty old bus, we stepped inside to find a perfectly renovated and beautiful place, complete with bathroom, bed, drinking water, everything. Nothing at all to exchange? Don’t worry about it, you’ll be taken care of anyway.Īs a storm started setting in, we decided to splurge and move out of the tent and into an old school bus that looked like it would be less than cozy from the black tattered outside. Hungry with no grub? Toss on over a bag of chips. Need something done around your trailer? Grab someone a case of beer. No money was to be spent at Two Creeks, but instead, there was a beautiful system of exchange. They smiled and accepted our gift of chips and vodka as they passed us countless shots of Fireball and led us to the buffet of food donated by different residents. Misfit Island welcomed us in the moment we stepped up, fully clothed among ten or fifteen naked people.