The Ms. Bender comment made me choke on my coffee this morning. I can just see her looking out her window with her spyglass, shaking her head, several cats milling about...
Back in the 90's an ex-girlfriend used to like to go there, so I went along a couple of times. She liked to go topless but I do not have a nude-friendly complexion, so we would find a spot off the beach, away from the crowd where I wouldn't stand out in my shorts and t-shirt.
It's a weird scene man. The main beach area was dominated by a game of volleyball that was both entertaining and slightly difficult to watch, even from afar. Distant sandbars would be patrolled by lone nude men, walking back and forth to nowhere, as if in a trance. The occasional nude guy would literally bounce by on the trail next to our blanket, probably to pee in the bushes. The bushes where I spotted at least two clothed middle-aged men, craning their necks for a flash of pink (or dink?) from a hundred yards away.
I've got nothing against it, but even if I was olive-skinned I probably wouldn't be going back.