June, 2007
Our visit to Pamlico Pines last fall ended with an unknown. The health of Barney, the owner, made us wonder who would lead the park into the future. This spring the answer emerged. Deborah and David, members mentioned in our story below, have transformed Pamlico Pines into Jasmine Trail. We have been told they are doing a great job. Be sure to click on the link above to the Jasmine Trail website for current information.
November, 2006
We had been warned. Nature’s calendar had told us “It is fall”. But fall in North Carolina, especially at the coast, is a gentle season. It certainly had been gentle so far, with sunny, warm days. Now it was time for the law of averages to kick in. It was time for some cold.
On the first Thursday in November, we drove down the road leading to the Pamlico Pines gate. It’s a beautiful new gate installed with the support of a grant from AANR-East. Pamlico Pines is a relatively new club. It started its life as a pine tree farm and the campground has been sculpted out of the trees. Like many nudist parks, it’s in a secluded spot. This particular spot is a few miles east of New Bern, North Carolina.
It turned out that as we waited at the gate, Barney, the owner of the park, was in the hospital
being told that he was not at all well. A little scouting turned up
Deborah, a member who lives at
Pamlico Pines with her husband Dave. She knew we were coming and helped get us settled into
one of the RV sites where we promptly turned up the heat. There would be no sunning by the
pool on this visit.
We had come prepared for the potluck held on the first Sunday of every month at the park. We hadn’t expected to be invited to an oyster roast put on by Deborah and Dave in celebration of the wedding anniversary of some dear friends from Charleston, South Carolina. It turned out to be quite a feast of various types of seafood, side dishes, and desert on Saturday evening. When the potluck rolled around on Sunday, the leftovers from the night before alone made our plates overflow and other members also brought more food.
Our mission at each club is to discuss the AANR and AANR-East benefits available to the club. Following the potluck we got to talk to Judy and George, who are instrumental in the marketing of the beautiful campground that is Pamlico Pines. We even got to visit Barney at the hospital where we learned more about his vision for the club. We had previously met Barney, Judy, and George at the AANR-East convention at White Tail, so we felt like we were visiting friends.
At the urging of Deborah, we made a side trip to Oriental, the sailing capital of North Carolina. It was late in the day and not much was happening, but we did get to see the sun set on lots of boats in the harbor. Another side trip took us to Tryon Palace in New Bern. It is reminiscent of Williamsburg in Virginia, but on the smaller scale of Old Salem in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, which is near our home.
It has now been a while since we waved goodbye to Pamlico Pines. The holidays have come and gone and the Super Bowl is upon us. The last we heard, Barney had major surgery and is now recovering. The surgery took its toll and he will not be as good as new, but he is improving and we wish him well. His dream is of a nudist park that he would be happy to visit. The park is off to a good start. Go, Pamlico, go!
