This is a personal narrative that was assigned for my Advanced Composition class. I thought it would fit in nicely in this particular forum I even attached an aerial photo of the park for reference! Isn't it lovely?! The July sun shined with white-hot brilliance as we wound down the narrow road circling Lake Travis, beams of light dancing off the water and nearly blinding our eyes. Signs announced that we were arriving closer to our destination - MacGregor State Park, known by local hill-country folk as Hippie Hollow, the only nude beach in the great state of Texas. Spending the day lounging on the rocks and frolicking in the water at Hippie Hollow was something that my husband and I had only joked about before. As we approached the steep entrance, I knew that our fantasy was quickly becoming a reality. My heart thundered like a jack-hammer as we turned into the park, and I squeezed Marcel's arm with my cold, clammy hand. "Are we sure we want to do this?" I asked, my eyes as big as saucers. "Well, I can always back the car out of this driveway and we can go to our regular spot at Windy Point. It's just a mile further down the road," he said, sounding slightly discouraged. Hearing the disappointment in his voice, I took a deep breath and told him to continue. We drove to the park few summers before, only to back out at the last minute, too shy to proceed. Determined to enter this time around, we paid the $10 parking fee to the friendly attendant and she handed us a map of the park with a smile and a wink. Perhaps we had the wide-eyed look of first timers as we pulled forward, laughing nervously. Marcel threw the car into park and grabbed our picnic basket and beach towels while I absentmindedly fumbled with my tote-bag. "What are you doing, killing time?" he asked me, his brown eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh hush," I said, stepping out of the car and slamming the door, color flooding to my cheeks. We walked to the perimeter of the parking lot and saw a big sign that read, "Nude Bathing Beyond This Point." I giggled and braced myself, preparing to grin and bare it. We walked hand in hand down a small trail leading to the rocky shoreline of Lake Travis. An older gentleman with a long beard casually sauntered by, wearing nothing but a camouflaged fishing hat, flip flops, a smile, and a pair of binoculars around his neck. "Mighty fine day for bird watching," he said, nodding in our direction. The brochure the attendant handed us mentioned that MacGregor State Park featured several different types of native Texas birds, but I wondered if the binoculars had a different purpose. Feeling overdressed, but still too shy to take it all off, we found a flat, sun-baked rock, not only ideal for our picnic, but strategically located near a grove of trees that would provide some shade from the sizzling summer sun. Before we departed for the park that morning, I completely doused myself with sunscreen, not wanting to burn the parts of me that had never seen the light of day. I began unloading our basket, placing the hoagie sandwiches, fresh fruit, and small jug of red wine on the beach towels. I noticed the other couples and groups of friends nearby, laughing and talking amongst themselves, completely care free and having a good time. My European husband had no difficulty stripping down to his birthday suit while I slowly spread our picnic lunch, taking my sweet time. He begged me to join him in his new-found freedom, and I surrendered. Gathering all the courage I could muster, I quickly slipped out of my skirt and peeled off my top, rolling my clothing into a little ball and discarding the lump in my bag. What an exhilarating feeling! My pulse quickened as the breeze gently tickled my skin and the sun shined down on my bare breasts and shoulders, warming me from head to toe. I took a sip of my wine to take the edge off and ate my sandwich, savoring the thrill of being nude in a public place for the first time. After we devoured our picnic lunch and sipped several cups of wine, we stumbled down to the sparkling turquoise shoreline and plunged ourselves into the cool water. I felt just like Eve traipsing through the lush Garden of Eden, unclothed and unashamed.