Hanlan's Point Nudist Beach Canada

Who would have thought that someone like me would go to such place? Funny, but my friend and I did, on one hot sunny day of 2008, everything went well according to plan. Toronto Island, where a complainer wouldn’t pass the brisk walkers’ standards to walk along the loooooong trail in a hot and sweaty summer day! So, renting a bike for $7 an hour was the only option as I categorized my friend as one bitchy complainer. We had lunch on one of the several empty park benches in a picnic area, hoping there would be no caterpillars accidentally dangling and clinging to its dear life from the big shadowy tree aside. 

~Toronto Island~ X-mark the spot. Hanlan’s Point. 

 Imagine the bravery within us to discover what really a nudist beach is. On the way, we couldn’t really help ourselves but to giggle and somewhat focus our attention with what’s gonna lay our eyes, expectedly. We held our bikes on our side while walking, and keep asking one another, ‘where is it?’, ‘where is it?’ It’s a little long way to get there, as it really serves its purpose not to be seen easily with the judgmental public eye like ours, which is good!

There, on a narrow, shared, and long boardwalk to the beach, we walked passed a man who’s keeping his hand busy with his thing. That grosses us out, but never stopped us from digging what’s really out in the open (as we already knew right? ;-) ..). We reached the line, the boundary between the way to back out quickly and the beach with a distinctive view. 

~My friend poses for the beach background~ 

 We remain stoned at the gate, as we were content enough to nose where we at, and see some elated party people in the sea of nudist. Lounging, skin being drenched with sun’s harmful UVs, slapping with sunblock, and running with their dogs around the area, completely wearing nothing is how they advertised their once hidden own identity out in the open. There was a decent-looking man who walked passed us, and prepared himself a bed of beach towel being widespread on the sand, stripped his clothes off just like that, and grabbed a book from his tote, as if taking his life as it comes on the nudists’ world. My friend and I just looked at each other, forcing ourselves not to laugh so soundly, as we don’t want the guy to feel disrespected.

 Curiosity dictates us to willingly witness their own little ‘haven’. Individual core values vary with each other, like mine differ from the one whose reading this blog. “Yes, it differs from you”! Ours was a far cry from being a nudist. Though it’s not an offensive sight for people who are open and understood what the reality is, my friend and I made a pact that this would be the 1st and last “wild and curious” discovery we will uncover. So, we ended the journey, got out, and escaped from that beach to another dimension, where sunbathing with swimsuits on are permitted. 

We volunteered and surrendered categorically where beautiful swimsuits and dangling earrings are being worn. There we enjoyed the wholesome, beautiful sight, much more freedom, and respect with conservative minds alike. Now we know, what a nudist beach really is. :-) 

Hanlan's Point, Toronto Island Summer of 2008 Inset Picture: my friend