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"We must build a trail when we come back," suggested Tony as we slugged our way back up to the car where the real food was.
We had delayed going back until we become unbearably hungry. Of course, up there on top of the cliff is where we had planned to have our first breakfast picnic. Naturally, exploring the beach seemed more important. It was way past lunchtime by the time we got back to have breakfast.
The rest of the day and the next were spent exploring our new domain, every inch of it. The property markers were the only signs of civilization that we could find.
Late in the afternoon on the second day we discovered another large flat area on the far side of the property, near a private dirt road that wasn't on any map.
"It might be possible to interest one of the big hotel chains in a free lease," said Sylvia.
"Maybe for a percentage of their profits," added Tony. "Indeed, we should consider this," added Tony with a grin.
"Fat chance," said Sylvia.
"No, No. Don't talk poverty now." I added. "This place would be a gold mine for any hotel. A small part of the profit would be sufficient income for us. Also, with a hotel running the financial operation, we wouldn't have to worry about advertising the beach. We could then concentrate on the workshops. We might even get some foundation to help."
"For a nudist beach project? You dreamer!" said Sylvia.
We all laughed.
"You mustn't fault Pete," said Tony. "It takes tall dreamers to see some hope these days."
"I see a lot of hope," I said. "I certainly believe that a hotel chain might be interested, because what we would offer the public has never been offered: a holiday away from lies."
"No greater peace workshop has ever been envisioned," interrupted Tony, speaking to Sylvia.
"Can you imagine a world in which human beings see each other primarily as human beings?" I added.
"No, can you imagine People being treated to a holiday away from lies? It must seem like a fairy tale dream," said Tony and began to laugh.
Sylvia gave Tony a hug for his enthusiasm.
"You are wrong," I protested, "dreaming won't do at all. You have to be scientifically correct if you want to do something that is workable and effective. Dreams are mythology, no matter how wild and fantastic they may appear."
Tony didn't agree.
We continued our grand philosophical exchange on and off through much of the day, while we inspected every last nook and cranny of the property that we wanted to buy. No one said, not even once, that the project wasn't right. In fact Tony had already the next logical step figured out.
"I'll be flying to the West Coast of Canada next week," he said. "We have an air show coming up. I've been invited to participate. If you would like to come, I can arrange passage for both of you. The air show is quite close to one of the most famous nudist beaches in North America. I can get you on the C-5 if you are interested."
"You mean the C-5 Galaxy?" I asked.
"Have you ever been inside one of them? Have you even seen one up close? It's the experience of a lifetime," said Tony and grinned.
"You can forget about me coming along!" Sylvia interjected. "I wouldn't set foot in one of those. But you gentlemen go!"
"You would travel on the C-5 without me," said Tony. "I have been asked to take the F-15 across. I would offer you a ride on the F-15," he said to Sylvia with a wink in his eye, "but sorry, there's no room for passengers."
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