Let me just start with this, dear traveler of the cheeky path: Oregon is wet, wild, mossy, and surprisingly full of places where you can let your meat and two veg breathe freely in the open air. And by “places,” I mean everything from actual nude beaches to hot springs where a man named Rusty will offer you herbal tea from a mason jar he keeps in his armpit.

Welcome to The Oregon Nudist Traveler’s Guide—where we answer life’s greatest question:
Where can I legally take my pants off and still get Yelp reviews?

If you’re here, you’re probably one of three things:

1. A curious nudist looking for your next scenic skinventure

2. A Portlander who accidentally clicked this thinking it was a vegan foraging guide

3. My Aunt Carol, who keeps “checking in” on me and is definitely going to leave me out of the will for this

Let me be clear: I’ve been naked in a lot of places in Oregon. Not always on purpose. Sometimes due to wind-related accidents. Once because I misread a “clothing optional” sign that actually said “Caution: Elk Crossing.”
(I still don’t know who was more traumatized—me or the elk.)

I’ve sunbathed nude on riversides where hipsters float by on inflatable pizza slices. I’ve hiked fully exposed through forests that smelled like damp ferns and erotic regret. I’ve been stared down by a chipmunk while air-drying my left boob on a mossy log. That little bastard had opinions.

But I’ve also experienced freedom.
Like… real, soul-level, breeze-on-your-buttcrack freedom.
And I want that for you, too.

This book isn’t just a list of where to drop trou in the Pacific Northwest.
It’s a field-tested, booty-approved, nipple-hardened guide to Oregon’s most glorious, ridiculous, magical nude spots. From majestic hot springs where hippies levitate, to sandy beaches where you might find both enlightenment and a used flip-flop in the same day.

You’ll also get:

• Travel tips for not accidentally flashing park rangers

• What to bring (besides bravery and baby wipes)

• What NOT to bring (looking at you, Susan, and your all-bean diet before the communal sauna)

• And how to avoid weird dudes named Blade who want to tell you about their tantric journeys and essential oils made from tree sap and old intentions

This guide is funny, yes.
Educational? Kinda.
Accidentally spiritual in a “my hoo-ha saw a rainbow and now I cry at sunsets” kind of way? Absolutely.

So whether you’re a seasoned nudist who can confidently parallel park with their cheeks out, or a first-timer wondering if it’s socially acceptable to keep your socks on (answer: it is not, unless you’re actively sprinting away from hornets), this guide is for you.

Now take a deep breath.
Stretch.
Mentally prepare to see more gray pubes than you ever thought possible.

And let’s get this naked road trip started.

Welcome to Oregon, baby. Let’s get weird. Let’s get wild. Let’s get bare.