My Experience at Hippie Hollow Park
A Hippie Hollow Review and Experience:
Hippie Hollow Park In TX – As a college student at UT-Austin, I spent many enjoyable hours at nearby Lake Travis. My friends and I would drive to one of the many small coves on the lake and spend the afternoon swimming, windsurfing, or just soaking up Texas sunshine.
Lake Travis is a recreational beacon for Austin. It is a man-made lake, one of the clearest lakes in Texas, and was created when the Mansfield Dam, constructed between the years of 1937 and 1941, impounded the Colorado River. It is surrounded by 270 miles of shore with numerous secluded coves, and it’s been stocked with many species of important game fish.
I’m not much of a fisherman. I can’t even swim, so the scuba diving and windsurfing activities weren’t especially attractive to me. I went to sunbathe and hang out with my friends. I also went to check out something that one of my classmates casually mentioned to me one day at lunch: Hippie Hollow Park was a nudist beach.
Hippie Hollow was one of the many secluded coves of Lake Travis. It wasn’t any nicer or worse than the other coves, but the nudist aspect was of great interest to me as a young college male.
I’d never been to a nude beach before. To be honest, at that time I’d never seen many naked people in any setting, but that was my primary interest in Hippie Hollow. I imagined it to be some wonderland of naked college women who would be lounging around on the shore for free viewing. In some of my more excited moments, I imagined naked volleyball competitions, naked Frisbee, and naked gymnastics. The suitability of a beach for gymnastics, clothed or unclothed, never entered into my hormone-driven thoughts.
One of my college friends was a young woman from France. She had a very nonchalant attitude towards nude beaches. They are, apparently, not a big deal in France. When I kept returning to this topic again and again, she finally asked me if I would like to go to Hippie Hollow Park with her and her friends that weekend. I agreed immediately.
Her casual attitude toward nudity didn’t extend as far as sex. I had already asked her. To her, nude sunbathing and sex were vastly different things. When we arrived at the cove, she removed her top and cut-off shorts at the car. She wore bikini bottoms, but no top. She looked at me, standing there staring at her breasts, and advised me to calm down before we left the car. I can’t quite describe her attitude. It was like pity, humor, and disdain all rolled into one.
After thinking about calculus for a moment, I removed my swimming trunks, wrapped myself in a beach towel, and followed her to the beach. As soon as the path exited the surrounding shrubs, my dreams were shattered. Most of the people at the beach were old. They were 40-something, or even older. Many had weathered skin and white or gray hair. The vast majority of them were male. There were a few topless women there, but none went bottomless. We sat with my friend’s friends, all of whom were men, and a Swede named Gunnar kept making jokes with me about sunscreen lotion.
The people at Hippie Hollow barbecued lunches. They skinny dipped. They listened to cassette tapes on boom boxes, and they lay on blankets drinking wine coolers, water, or Diet Cokes. Some people played Frisbee, but there was no nude volleyball. There were certainly no gymnastics.
Hippie Hollow was not about sex. It wasn’t even really about nudism. The culture of that place was more about relaxation and attuning to nature. I was much too shallow to realize it at the time, but hindsight has a clarity that youthful acuity can never match. The fact that Gunnar seemed to understand, wile I did not, that the nudist culture was about much more than naked bodies or sexual urges bothers me to this day.
That was almost 25 years ago. While my youthful sex drive has diminished to a biweekly formality with my wife of 15 years, Hippie Hollow has grown to a clothing optional park that encompasses 109 acres of Texas hill country. The fact that one of those two things has flourished while the other has nearly disappeared should give curious new visitors something to ponder.
This article about Hippie Hollow Park In TX and a My First Experience With Nudism was published by Young Naturists and Young Nudists America YNA