“I have to go up to the nudist camp,” I quipped last Saturday. “At least I don’t have to dress up.”
Unlike Brunswick County’s record-setting skinny-dippers I interviewed, I didn’t exactly wear nothin’, either—or my birthday suit. It wasn’t my birthday.
I was among paparazzi who showed up, fully clothed, at Whispering Pines Nudist Resort to cover a portion of the first cross-country Guinness World Records nudie dunk.