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Return to Eden: a nude trip to Paradise

For most people, the thought of a couple people wandering nude around a beautiful garden will probably have you picturing Adam and Eve (fig leaves and all)! The idea of hanging out in the Garden of Eden — a paradise on earth — getting an all-over tan, eating apples and chatting to snakes doesn’t sound too bad to me. And while I don’t condone the pinching of people’s organs in their sleep, or the manufacture of new humans from that stolen genetic material, I am particularly happy to know that the holy book of one of the biggest religions on earth kicks off with a description of the first people by saying they “were both naked, and they felt no shame.”

One of many bottlebrushes in flower down in the valley

So for the latest nude bushwalk I though what better place to revisit than that stunning swimming hole at Linden known as Paradise.

Running up to the walk it seemed others agreed, with about eight people signing up, but then a cool change blew through, leaving us with overcast skies that seriously looked to be threatening rain.

The end result was there were only four of us brave (or stupid) enough to push on. We met up at Linden Station, squeezed into one car, and set off for Caleys Repulse.

Paradise!

A short walk along a fire trail took us to the start of our track, where a big rocky slab offered up a view of the valley below. I gave the others the option of whether they wanted to wuss out, but they were still keen, so we striped off and began the walk downhill in the buff.

Interestingly, the cloud cover seemed to have kept conditions pretty mild, and we weren’t cold at all. The track, being pretty well used now, meant no run-ins with spiky scrub. And in no time we were down into the valley where there seemed to be a profusion of bottlebrushes in flower. (Is it just me, but I can’t recall seeing many in the Blue Mountains, outside of suburban gardens.)

Soon enough we were at our destination. One of the things I love about Paradise is how the track takes you onto a rock outcrop above it, so you’re first sight is of the whole pool and beach sprawled out below you.

A small camp fire to cook lunch and warm up following the water jumps

The cool weather made us all a little reticent about having a swim, so we lay back on the sand instead, relaxing to the sounds of the waterfall and nearby birds.

Then May offered up the chance of a nude yoga session, which sounded like great fun (even to someone as inflexible and lazy as me).

For the next half-hour or so we went through our paces, posing, breathing, meditating and generally relaxing. I struggled with the fire breathing, and pretty much all the poses, but still felt quite renewed by the whole process.

Heading back up for a second leap into the pool

Finally, having worked on mind, body and spirit, we turned to the more fundamental element of any trip to Paradise… the traditional leap from the cliffs into the deep pool.

While it had warmed up a bit, we decided a fire would be a good idea for after the swim, so we lit a small campfire before walking up and over the waterfall to the best jumping spot.

In the end everyone jumped — without any ill effects — although May suffered a sore bum from a dodgy landing. Mary and Mick enjoyed it so much they went up for a second leap!

You can jump from the waterfall, but the cliff to the left is both higher and safer

Back around the fire we enjoyed cooking jaffles for lunch and sipping on herbal tea, both of which warmed us up from the inside.

Eventually it was time to bid Paradise farewell, so we buried the remains of the fire, did a quick collection of some bits of rubbish left by less considerate groups, and began the walk out.

Mick leaping into the pool

And enjoying a brisk swim

As you can guess, this jump ended badly for May’s bum!

Perhaps it was the humidity, but I actually felt quite hot by the end of the climb back up the hill.

Back on the ridge-top it was time to get dressed again. This is always my least-favourite part of these trips, when you have to return to ordinary life.

While the weather was far from heavenly, the company made up for it, and we certainly didn’t regret ignoring the poor weather and pressing on with the trip.

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7 thoughts on “Return to Eden: a nude trip to Paradise

  1. Also worth a visit is the pool on Bedford Ck at Murphy’s Glen over the other side of Woodford. No waterfall and a smaller beach, but a larger pool. It’s a 25min walk (nude if you like) through the bush from where you can drive to. In the few times others have been there (always clothed), there’s never been any problem going nude.

  2. Glad you liked Murphy’s Glen; you’ll hardly ever see anyone else down there, maybe one out of three or four visits. Quite a contrast to the popular Paradise Pool. I wonder if the “Paradise” tag I’ve seen graffitied along the train line in the area has any connection?
    Anyway, I’ve found nudity isn’t a problem with the others that go to PP, all the ones I’ve met so far at least, and most of the Woodford track up to the power lines can be walked nude.

    • John, I think you are spot on about people being very accepting of nudity at Paradise. I was down there again on Sunday. When we arrived there were already about half a dozen people there, and one of them was already nude, so the three of us had no hesitation doing the same. It seems to be becoming a bit of an unofficial nudist spot. I know of several recent trips by others where the walk has also been done nude!

      • Hi Tim, so that was your group down there on Sunday? Small world! 🙂 I only thought you guys did weekday walks so wasn’t expecting it. I was the nude guy already there opposite the other group. Walking up the hill in the nude during the hail storm and then having to ride home in it was certainly an interesting experience to finish the day. A few years I was told that there was once a nudist camp in Woodford and they used a pool somewhere on the north side. I’d say that PP was it.

      • Small world indeed! I wish we’d said g’day.
        That storm was unreal. A couple of us stayed behind, and we were sitting under an overhang above the pool watching the hail belt down. The beach almost turned white!

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