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Originally Posted by Klondike
this is a veritable gold mine of retro naked pics of the likes we seldom see here. YOu have no idea how much I appreciate this plus the stories.
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I'm glad you enjoy my photos and stories. Stayed tuned; I have plenty more of both. I took these photos for my own enjoyment and over the years have given a select few paper copies to only a handful of close friends. Years ago when I was in college, I had no inkling whatsoever that someday a mass market technology would enable the sharing of these images with, potentially, millions. I'm more than happy to have them enter the public domain.
Your use of the word, 'retro' underscored, for me, how much time has passed since the last of these photos were taken. It doesn't feel like three decades; the memories are as fresh as ever. 'Retro' served as a reminder for me, and should for others as well: embrace the present day, live it, love it, grab it by the horns and suck the very marrow out of its bones, for in the blink of an eye, ten, twenty, thirty years will have gotten behind you.
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Originally Posted by Klondike
My freshman and sophomore year, I would go occasionally alone or with some guys. My heart would pound as I would approach the rocks and get my first glimpse of college coed flesh through the trees.
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I too experienced heart-pounding excitement when visiting the quarries. When I arrived on campus for my freshman year, I learned through the student g r a p e vine about this place just beyond town, a quarry where you could skinny-dip. An unofficial, underground student guidebook listed 'alternative' local attractions including the Packinghouse quarries. Those cursory directions and hand scribbled map were all I needed; I hopped on my bicycle and pedaled out there.
When I first glimpsed a half-dozen unclad coeds sunbathing in the Sundown Quarry slag pile, I'll never forget my reaction:
Yes! Yes!! Yessssss!!! I was utterly amazed; until that moment, I had assumed that only on California nude beaches did college girls run around naked. I was enthralled to find a nudie place so close that I could attend whenever I pleased. I went time and again and my initial excitement never subsided.
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The eastern slag pile at Sundown Quarry had two distinct zones; the upper, relatively flat area and the rock jumble that sloped down toward the water. The first 5 photos shows the flat area. In the first photo, Tim & Laura are visiting with Pat. Henry, on the left, mid 40s, was one of the older regular townie attendees.
I've read, and you probably have too, that some nature-loving nudists vehemently deny being exhibitionists. Hogwash. In my opinion, anyone who strips naked in pubic in plain view of others is an exhibitionist to one degree or another. (I include myself in that category) Pat, a once-upon-a-time IU student turned townie, fit my definition of an ardent exhibitionist.
Oftentimes Pat would don shoes and go hiking on the network of trails through the woods connecting the other quarry holes. In photo 3, shoes on her feet, she is departing on such a walk. Forty-five minutes later, in photo 4, she returns having made a grand tour of the grounds. Her motive was nakedly transparent: to exhibit her tanned body to as many spectators as possible.
The last four photos where Pat is sitting/standing at Mill pond is today buried under 25 feet of earthen fill topped with asphalt and commuter traffic. Pity.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot (Highway)