Newly elected AANR West Vice President, Jeff Jackson, was interviewed on the Naked, Nudists, and Naturists podcast twice in September. In the first episode Jeff was sharing about his home club in Colorado, the Rocky Mountain Naturist Club and the first part of his authoring the Non-Landed Clubs Manual for AANR. The second interview was the second half of his interview on writing the Non-Landed Clubs Manual for AANR.

Another episode of the Naked, Nudists, and Naturists podcast highlighed a newly elected Board Member of AANR West, Dustin Cox. This episode highlighted the first half of a Substack article titled "Naked, Nudists, and Naturists Podcast Show".

To listen to these podcasts, click on the links below.

September 20, 2025 - Episode 125 Jeff Jackson - Rocky Mountain Naturist Club

September 24, 2025 - Episode 126 Dustin Cox -  Substack Article on Naked, Nudists, and Naturists Podcast

September 27, 2025 - Episode 127 Jeff Jackson - Non-Landed Clubs

Volcano Hot Springs Adventure

In the heart of Yellowstone, nestled amidst spruce forests and cradled by cold mountain tops, the Whispering Pines Naturist Club sought solace. Their annual retreat, the infamous Volcano Hot Springs Adventure, was a unique blend of adventure and naturism, a quest for thrill while basking in nature's purest form.

Martin, an eco-enthusiast and enthusiastic naturist, had been a member of the club for years. He awaited the hot springs adventure each year, not just for the adrenaline but also for the chance it gave him to embrace nature devoid of any barriers.

Their journey began with a hike through the dense forest that bordered the hot springs. The cold mountain breeze that welcomed them on the trails made their exposed bodies shiver, adding to the delight of the adventure. They traversed the often-steep trails, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath their bare feet echoing in the forest.

Martin loved these hikes. Each step barefoot on the rugged trail connected him deeper with the earth. The crisp air brushing against his naked body felt like nature whispering its secret melodies. The fleeting sunlight filtering through the dense canopy highlighted their path, their bodies glowing under the sun's gentle kiss.

As they arrived at the base of the dormant volcano, they were greeted by the sight of the steamy hot springs. Bubbling turquoise pools surrounded by ice-kissed rocks, steam veiling the area in a mystical shroud, turning an ordinary mountain scene into a celestial spa. The contrast between the chill of the air, the warmth of the steam, and the apparent tranquility of the surroundings felt surreal.

The first dip in the hot spring was always a unique experience. The initial shock of the heated waters soon transformed into a pleasurable sensation, the muscles shedding off any lingering tension. Each filled their lungs with the steam-scented air, hearts pounding in rhythm with the bubbling springs.

The blend of warmth from the hot springs against their skin, while icy mountain air brushed against their exposed bodies, was an immersive experience. They would float around weightlessly, the mineral-rich waters soothing their bodies, absorbing their worries. The springs were more than just a relief from the cold hikes; they were a cessation of societal norms—a baptism in the waters of liberation.

Hours would pass by, each moment an encounter with self-acceptance and embracing vulnerability. The experience was made more magical by the cover of darkness that fell upon them, the sky studded with a million twinkling stars, their faint light bouncing off the surface of the glistening hot springs.

As they sat around the springs, laughter and conversations echoed into the night, mingling with the occasional owls' hoot. The dormant volcano, a looming giant in the backdrop, reminded them of nature's potent force whilst its thermal pools caressed them gently, nurturing and healing.

The Volcano Hot Springs adventure was always the highlight of Martin's year—an experience layered with adrenaline, tranquility, vulnerability, and acceptance. The naked truth of being a human, of blending into the surroundings, of being a part of the grandeur, and yet just an observer, was a profound experience.

The retreat ended with the sunrise, painting the sky with hues of warmth mirroring their rejuvenated spirit. The journey back was always reflective—a mix of reluctant goodbyes to the hot springs and welcoming back to the material world. Martin, like all others, held onto the essence of the hot springs, a testament to a pure bond with nature and an unforgettable volcano adventure.