Yoga Temple [Image courtesy of]

The reasons overall are amazing and very nature-oriented. Next to the temple is a big garden, a bit sparse at this time of the year, but still had some plant life. Now it had warmed up a bit, and I took a minute to enjoy the sunshine. I was dressed because clothes are needed for yoga and because it wasn’t that warm. I am uncertain why they do not offer naked yoga at a spot like this. Clothing are needed for most of the indoor areas, but technically everywhere else is clothing-optional. Nevertheless they appear to desire to deter nudity beyond the pool place. On their website they state that Harbin isn’t a naturist organization, and that nudity is only the standard around the pools and sundecks. For winter, nudity is definitely confined to the pool area, but I can’t speak for the warmer seasons. And people appear to like the alternative because I do not remember seeing any swimsuitst.
So far as the people, there were all kinds and all ages, with a sizeable variety of young adults and 20-somethings. nudist wives allow children, but there were quite few. There had to be at least 100 other people there, and the primary places were always buzzing with action. We met some fascinating, nice people.
While I did yoga, Jordan went to the pools as well as sunbathed on one of the sundecks. There the sun was strong enough to be naked outside and even warrant some sunblock! These decks overlook the property, and at night you may also lay out your sleeping bag and sleep there. So far as the pools, there was definitely an alternative vibe during the day. Clearly it is somewhat more difficult to strive alluring time in broad day. Still, I stayed away from that warm pool.

Hiking trail overlook at Harbin Nude Popular SpringsPart 4 of My Naturist Blog Series: The Hunt For the Uncommon Isle Nudist-
For my previous naturist site narratives, see Part 1 Least Likely To Become Naturist, Part 2 Boobs Boobs Everywhere and Component 3 Household Naturist Held Captive.
One great thing about being locked within my house, besides being naked all day, was having to find ways to amuse myself. There was no Facebook or PS3 or Cartoon Network in the 80’s, just He-Man and GI*Joe and Transformers, and when those were over, I turned to my own imagination, to writing fiction. My first characters were superhero knockoffs, like the Red Panther, but after discovering , I had to wonder: if I was happier without underwear, why not He-Man? My first computer was a Commodore AMIGA 500, which had no hard drive, no modem and only five-hundred kilobytes (that’s KILO, not MEGA) of RAM.
I used it for word processing and drawing naked guys. Anyone seeing my artwork would have assumed I was gay, but despite sincere efforts, I simply could not attract women. My latest hero was a Greek demigod, Dynotus, who went through four ring-binders of exotic properties, exotic girls, and fighting exotic creatures with his genitals unsheathed. As a solitary, greatly repressed kid, it was simple to project myself into a character free of inhibition and my mother’s OCD, and the clothes I discovered so confining. Little could I envision the true to life adventures I would later embark upon.
Searching For The Nudist Fowl