By mid-June 2025, the long-awaited vacation had finally arrived. We had bought a caravan, and after two short trial camping trips, this would be our first proper adventure. Our plan was a tour through Germany, carefully timed around the events we wanted to attend. Along the way, we discovered regions that were perfect for hiking—Germany, after all, is the land of Freikörperkultur and full of beautiful walking areas. One thing led to another, and it felt like the perfect chance to explore naturist hiking a bit more, following the two short nude walks we had tried last year.
Our first campsite was Camping Wolfsmühle in Freidland, not far from Lahnstein and Koblenz. Just a short distance from the campsite, a hiking area began, and using Komoot, I planned a route through it. You have to start small, so something around 4 to 5 kilometers seemed enough for the first time. The next morning, I woke up unusually early. After a quick trip to the toilet, I didn’t go back to bed. Instead, I pulled on my hiking shoes and shorts, packed a selfie stick, some insect repellent, and a bottle of water into my backpack—and I was ready to go.
The campsite is situated on the banks of the Lahn River, and from there the path climbs up, crossing the railway and continuing uphill through the village itself. About 850 meters from the campsite, a small forest trail veers off to the right. I knew that, in general, people in Germany aren’t fussy about FKK, but it still seemed sensible to keep my clothes on until I reached the trail. Once I was on it and out of direct view, I slipped off my shorts and continued the hike naturist.
>I had almost forgotten how liberating it feels to undress in the open air. After all, my last naturist walk had been quite some time ago. Yet I immediately felt completely at ease again. The knowledge that people in Germany tend to be a bit more open-minded than in the Netherlands probably contributed to that feeling as well.
After the initial steep climb, I reached a bench. I always start off too quickly, so it was a good moment to catch my breath. Besides, I noticed I wasn’t alone in the forest. I was accompanied by a variety of flying—and mostly stinging—insects. Although I’m not a fan of having all that buzzing on my skin, I decided to apply some repellent to keep them at bay. After a sip of water, I continued. The incline of 6% or more persisted for a while longer. It was a tough climb, but the scenery was beautiful. A little further on, my efforts were rewarded with a stunning viewpoint overlooking the Lahn River.
Still enjoying the beautiful view and the lovely morning, I continued my walk. A little further along, Komoot indicated there was a point of interest, so I decided to stray from my route for a short detour. The “attraction” turned out to be a small fountain—a spring in the forest with a constant trickle of water. I had no idea if it was safe to drink, so I decided not to risk it. Better to take a sip from the bottle I had brought with me.
Back to the original route again. When I reached the fork where I had just gone straight, I now turned left. The path meandered through the forest and continued to climb. At one point, I came to a spot where the trees thinned and the sun had free reign. A perfect moment to pause again and simply enjoy the warmth of the sun on my bare skin, in complete peace and freedom.
After sitting for a while, I continued my walk. The path kept climbing until I reached a spot with another stunning view of the valley—and even a lookout platform with a bench, perfect for taking a break and having a drink.
Eventually, I decided to stray from my planned route once more. Further ahead, there was supposed to be something interesting—a dragon bench. As I followed the path in that direction, I entered a wonderfully open area. At the dragon bench, I turned right for a short walk across the open expanse.
Time was passing, so it was time to head back to the campsite. I made my way back at a leisurely pace—returning to the dragon bench, then turning left back toward the lookout platform. The path straight ahead, leading back to the village, was a long, almost straight trail. Having climbed steeply earlier, I now had to take care going downhill because it was so steep. I even missed the correct turn for a moment and ended up at a gate, but eventually, I reached the village. With a satisfied feeling, I pulled my shorts back on and continued walking to the caravan. My husband was still asleep, so I sat down outside in my chair for a while, savoring the memory of my first truly long naturist hike.
Here’s the route I walked.
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