Lake Crystal

Lake Crystal was in some way a little secret. Located in the Misty Mountains, surrounded by snow-covered mountaintops, you had to know where you were going to get to it. No big advertisement sign at the highway was pointing you to the right exit, no sign at the intersections towards the winding mountain road leading up to it. Not even a navigation system could help you, as they didn't even know the roads you would have to take.

Beside the narrow, and only, road, there is also a narrow-gauge railway, which leads from a tiny station on the main track up into the mountains. While it had a small passenger car, it was mostly used to transport goods up the mountain.

Despite it been so hidden, Lake Crystal had built up a community of regular guests and inhabitants. Countless small and big holiday homes surrounded the lake, which was also a great sailing place. And there was the same-named town of Lake Crystal with a few hotels, restaurants, stores, and all other amenities people could need. Even a cable car, that would take you up the Crystal Peak, the highest mountain.

But what made Lake Crystal such a special place was that nudity was totally fine. Besides arriving and departing guests and the occasional hiker stumbling unaware into the town, barely anyone wore clothes. Even sex was something normal here and nobody would bat an eye if a couple got onto it at the lake beach or somewhere else in public.

And there was some other unwritten rule at Lake Crystal. With your clothes, you also put down who you are outside of the mountains. Nobody cares much about who you are outside of the mountains.

Let us follow the stories of some of the people of Lake Crystal. Who are they? Guests or someone living there? First-time or repeat visitor? Aware of the nudity or not? Every guest has his own story to tell.