Chapter 20: Camp Sunshine

Thursday morning dawned gray and overcast as I woke up to the sound of raindrops on the roof. I guess I was disappointed to be in bed with only one pretty girl, but Madison had been avoiding me all week. I decided to let Heather sleep and headed for the shower. While I washed, I thought about the day ahead...

From the various conversations around the dinner table this week, I had learned that Crystal’s family was wealthy. It was said that her grandparents had started a large ranch, just south of Texarkana, Texas many years ago to raise cattle and various crops. Crystal’s father, Ray, had taken over the ranch when her grandparents retired and cut out a small corner of the ranch and started a naturist camp, eventually named Camp Sunshine.

Crystal was the oldest of five children, the rest being all boys. Woody, named after his grandpa, helped his dad, Ray, run the ranch. Steve, left the farm to become a naval aviator. He was now a pilot for a private jet company in Van Nuys. Kenny, the third sibling, owned a large lumber company in Texarkana and lived with his family in a house on the ranch, and Luke, the baby, had a truck repair business in town and he and his family also lived in a house at the ranch. According to Crystal, all four brothers and their families were naturists.

It was Steve who was flying the eight of us, plus his wife and three children to Texas this morning.

Because of the luggage, we ended up taking Crystal’s Navigator and my Camry to the airport in Van Nuys, a drive of about 25 minutes. After going in the unmarked gate on the back side of the airport, we found the free parking and then carried our bags into the FBO (Fixed-Base Operations) for the private jet company. Because we were flying private, the only security we had to pass through was the metal detectors at the front door.

There in the lobby of the FBO, Crystal introduced my Dad, Heather, and me to Steve and his family. Bonita, his wife, was a Mexican beauty who Crystal said was 36, but looked younger. They had two daughters, Caleen, 16, and Taylor, 15. Both girls took after their mother and her Spanish heritage, while their son Joey, 13, favored his dad.

In less than thirty minutes, all of us and our luggage were loaded on board a Gulfstream G650ER and we were immediately under way.

“Not bad,” I thought to myself. “From front door to wheels up was right at an hour.” It sure beat my last time flying out of LAX.

After we leveled off, thirteen year old Joey came and stood by my seat.

“Ryan? My Dad said to ask you if you’d like to join him in the cockpit?” Then he scampered on back to the galley in the rear of the plane with the rest of his sisters and cousins.

When I reached the cockpit, Steve motioned me to the co-pilot’s (right side) seat with the admonishment not to touch anything. Then he showed me how to buckle in and then turned to flip a few switches.

“There. That will hold us for a few minutes. I turned on the auto pilot,” he said. Then he began to explain what some of the complex amalgamation of buttons, switches, and computer screens were for.

Finally, he asked, “I understand you work for the Nobles?”

I was surprised he knew the Nobles, which caused me to hesitate for a long moment.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, our family doesn’t look down on porn actors,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m not embarrassed, I’m just surprised that you know them,” I replied.

“I’ve been their personal pilot for the last eight years. I used to fly Eric and Alyssa before she and Julie crashed. Now, I mostly fly Brad and Susan,” he explained. “Tell me, how did you come to work for them?”

I quickly told the story about Madison seeing me get out of the shower and how that led to Crystal hiring Heather to tutor me and then Lancelot Productions and finally Porn Camp. He was very interested in Porn Camp. He had flown the Nobles family to TYS (the Knoxville airport) many times, but never knew why.

When I finally went back to my seat for the landing in Texarkana, he was still laughing about the Madison story.

As we deplaned on the tarmac at the Texarkana FBO, a 24-passenger shuttle bus with the Flying Buffalo Ranch logo on the front and sides was sitting beside the hanger. We were quickly introduced to Woody Williams, Crystal and Steve’s eldest brother. He helped us load our luggage while Steve disappeared into the FBO. Fifteen minutes later, Steve emerged and boarded the bus and we headed out for Camp Sunshine.

Heather and I just sat and listened as the family all, mostly Woody, Crystal, and Steve, spent time catching up. I could tell that they all loved and enjoyed each other.

Thirty minutes later, we turned off the main highway onto a wide and well-traveled packed gravel road. Soon, we turned on to a dirt road and stopped. Steve jumped up and grabbed a key from his brother and unlocked a small gate and stood by as Woody pulled through. Then he closed the gate, locked it, and jumped back on the small bus.

From the gate on, the road was a smooth paved surface with a split rail fence and landscaped shrubs the rest of the way. We soon came on a small house or a large guard shack with paved roads on either side. Woody slowed down but didn’t stop, instead, just waving at the three guards as he drove past.

Five minutes later, we passed a lodge style building that said Registration on it, and a large parking lot where several cars were parked along with two large custom RV’s that sat there idling.

At the end of the parking lot, Woody turned into a narrow, blacktopped lane marked ‘Private’ and then drove under the large pine trees as we began to wind around a small rise. When we reached the top, the trees thinned out and there stood a ski lodge. At least, that’s what it looked like to me. It was two stories tall with large timbers holding up a massive roof that spanned out twelve feet from the house and covered an equally massive porch that seemed to wrap around both ends of the chalet. There were three wide wooden steps that led to the porch.

“Wow! This is beautiful!” I exclaimed to Steve as we stepped off the bus. “It looks a lot like the Nobles’ cabin in Tennessee!”

“You’ve been to the Nobles’?” he asked in surprise.

“Just a couple of times. I had brunch there once, but I’ve never stayed there.”

Steve looked at me in amazement, but didn’t say anything else because a whole herd of people had come pouring out of the chalet. Most of them were naked. Several of the girls and ladies were wearing panties or bikini bottoms.

As everyone stood there hugging and talking and getting reacquainted, a loud whistle pierced the air. On the porch stood a distinguished looking older lady, maybe in her fifties but could have easily been older, with her fingers still in her mouth.

“Alright!” she called out. “We’ve got new ones here, so let’s get ‘em inside and settled in so they can get naked too! Luke, you and Kenny see to their bags. Denise, you and Elaine show them where their rooms are. Lunch is in 30 minutes, so get a move on.

There was no doubt we had been given our marching orders as the entire bunch scurried to follow them.

“Peyton, you and your sisters are in the bunk house with the other kids. Would you mind showing your new brother and his friend to the cottage on the end of the bunkhouse?” a lady I assumed was Denise asked her.

“C’mon, you guys,” Peyton said and then picked up her bag and headed through the kitchen to the back door.

Maybe twenty paces away stood another building. On the outside, the bunkhouse was exactly like you’d envision a bunkhouse on any ranch in the country. Inside, there was a large open area as you walked in the door with a pool table, a ping pong table, an air hocky table, and a couple of electronic arcade games. Off to the side was a big TV with a Play Station hooked up to it and several sofas that turned out to have casters on them so they were easily rearranged. This was definitely a bunkhouse designed for grandkids.

Then there were ten double bunkbeds, in two rows, five to a side. At the end was an open door that led to a communal bathroom.

“You guys are in the Foreman’s cabin next door,” Peyton said as she pointed towards the end of the bunkhouse where the pool table was. Then she threw her bags on an empty bunk and began taking off her clothes.

“C’mon, I’ll show you,” said Madison. Then she led us back outside and a few steps to the left to a separate small cottage and opened the door. “You’re in here.”