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This Is My Last Resort

No one wants to be naked in front of anyone anymore. I went to one of the only nudist corners of America still standing to find out why.

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They make newbies like me strip down as soon as you enter the gate at Glen Eden Sun Club, the last nudist resort in Southern California. “No exceptions,” says Rudy, my very naked welcome guide. I suppose it’s a way of weeding out the pretenders, which I’m eager to prove I’m not, so there in the parking lot, I throw my clothes into my car, place orange stickers over the lenses on my phone (per the rules), and follow Rudy’s golf cart to my spartan quarters near the pool complex.

Glen Eden’s 159 acres of pools, palms, pickleball courts, and RV hookups fall midway between Los Angeles and San Diego, walled in by a ridge of bony hills to the west and a…