Collins Beach (clothing optional) — Attraction in Ridgefield

Season late, day late, sun just down, and the sky Cold gunmetal but with a wash of live rose, and she, From water the color of sky except where Her motion has fractured it to shivering splinters of silver, Rises. Stands on the raw grass. Against The new-curdling night of spruces, nakedness Glimmers and, at bosom and flank, drips With fluent silver. The man,

Some ten strokes out, but now hanging Motionless in the gunmetal water, feet Cold with the coldness of depth, all History dissolving from him, is Nothing but an eye. Is an eye only. Sees

The body that is marked by his use, and Time's, Rise, and in the abrupt and unsustaining element of air, Sway, lean, grapple the pond-bank. Sees How, with that posture of female awkwardness that is, And is the stab of, suddenly perceived grace, breasts bulge down in The pure curve of their weight and buttocks Moon up and, in swelling unity, Are silver and glimmer. Then

The body is erect, she is herself, whatever Self she may be, and with an end of the towel grasped in each hand, Slowly draws it back and forth across back and buttocks, but With face lifted toward the high sky, where The over-wash of rose color now fails. Fails, though no star Yet throbs there. The towel, forgotten, Does not move now. The gaze Remains fixed on the sky. The body,

Profiled against the darkness of spruces, seems To draw to itself, and condense in its whiteness, what light In the sky yet lingers or, from The metallic and abstract severity of water, lifts. The body, With the towel now trailing loose from one hand, is A white stalk from which the face flowers gravely toward the high sky. This moment is non-sequential and absolute, and admits Of no definition, for it Subsumes all other, and sequential, moments, by which Definition might be possible. The woman,

Face yet raised, wraps, With a motion as though standing in sleep, The towel about her body, under her breasts, and, Holding it there hieratic as lost Egypt and erect, Moves up the path that, stair-steep, winds Into the clamber and tangle of growth. Beyond The lattice of dusk-dripping leaves, whiteness Dimly glimmers, goes. Glimmers and is gone, and the man,

Suspended in his darkling medium, stares Upward where, though not visible, he knows She moves, and in his heart he cries out that, if only He had such strength, he would put his hand forth And maintain it over her to guard, in all Her out-goings and in-comings, from whatever Inclemency of sky or slur of the world's weather Might ever be. In his heart he cries out. Above

Height of the spruce-night and heave of the far mountain, he sees The first star pulse into being. It gleams there.

I do not know what promise...

I see a lot of guys writing reviews for this beach so I think it important to write a review from a young female who went by herself. The beach itself was very nice roomy and relaxing. I went on a slow Wednesday so there weren't many people. People are going to see you naked (of course), but I wish people (mostly the guys) would be more respectful of taking a glance and keep walking or continuing with whatever they have going on.

When I first arrived and chose my spot to lay down, a gentleman stopped walking along the shore and turned to look at me to watch me undress. I waited several minutes till he left to undress cause I felt uncomfortable. Less than a minute later, the same guy is right next to my towel only about 15 feet away glancing at me as I turn to lay on my belly. As the day progressed, I turned around towards the trees behind me because I heard a man talking (different guy than before). No issue, except about 30 minutes later he's still standing near the trees (directly behind me / 30 feet away) with his phone out (texting maybe) but when I would turn around he would proceed to act casual and it just seemed off. Why that place to look at your phone? Why not stay where you were laying out? My last complaint is a guy (same guy seen several times) wearing swim trunks would stop along the shore and just stand and look at me and it was a little awkward. When I got dressed to go home, I saw him again walking my way, but as he saw I was dressed, he turned around and walked the other way.

I have no problem with guys or ladies seeing me nude I'm 27 so much younger than some of the other ladies, but I just don't want to feel like I'm having pictures take of me or being creeped on. I got a nice tan and was able to relax a bit. Would I go back? Yes. But I think I may try to convince someone to join me. I'm trying to branch out of my comfort zone and this experience somewhat helped with that.

To the guys coming to creep: please be respectful. We know your doing it.

To everyone else: thanks for making my first time here enjoyable to a degree and making it not as scary as I thought...

this is my favourite clothing optional beach! great views, lots of wildlife, and wonderful swimming. however, i don’t know who needs to hear this, but for the love of god, MEN! LEAVE US WOMEN ALONE! especially when we are alone! we do not come to these beaches to be harassed by old men, and that harassment includes walking up to us and trying to have a conversation with us— especially when we are nude and you are not. as a 20 year old female who very much looks their age, i visit this beach often, but certainly not for the company. not one single time can i just enjoy the sun and the water without some gross old man walking up to me and trying to have a conversation with me. this makes me (and probably every other young, attractive woman you attempt to interact with there) feel incredibly uncomfortable and borderline violated. women do not exist for your pleasure, nor for conversation. we do NOT owe you our time or attention, nor are we obligated to be polite to you when you cross something that should be a clear boundary. i sincerely wish this place had gender segregation just so that i could bask in peace, but because this beach is so beautiful and such a great spot to swim at, obviously it is something i am willing to put up with, but i will not do it politely. i have had men cuss at me for firmly telling them to leave me alone, and i have been pushed as far as to physically stand up from where i was laying and hold my ground while nearly yelling at them to get away from me. this being said, if you are faint of heart and not willing to stand your ground like i am, don’t come here without a large man at your side or they will swarm you like flies, but still expect to be approached even with company because the audacity of the men who frequent this area is disgusting.

edit— i spent nearly four hours here the other day, got burned on my everything, but wasn’t bothered by a single person after i laid a very large hunting knife out on my blanket next to me so if you’re wanting to go alone as a woman, try it out! i had...