S’naked is nothing more than a combination of the words, snow naked = s’naked. As the combination suggests, it is a variety of activities that bare practitioners (naturists, nudists) engage in when outside in the snow. It involves whatever activities the men who are s’naked wish to engage in, from snow-ball battles to lying down and creating snow angels. The possibilities are endless and there are no guidelines as to what does or does not constitute s’naked. That’s the beauty of being bare in the snow!

Some snow enthusiasts just prefer to strip off their clothes and take pictures of themselves and their friends naked in the snow. To each their own preferences! That’s the reason that being s’naked resonates with so many bare practitioners!


I’m relatively new to the world of s’naked. I knew that people went nude in the snow, but I’d never experienced it myself until January, 2009. Before then, I was strictly a summer bare practitioner – at least, outdoors. As I’ve published here many times, I’ve always been a year-around nude inside.

My first excursion outside in the snow occurred at a park along the George Washington Parkway in Arlington, Virginia. It had snowed overnight but the day dawned sunny and warm. I grabbed my camera, tripod and drove to the park determined to take a few pictures of me, bare, in the snow. A number of my friends had shared photos of themselves, nude, in the snow and I had promised myself that this year, I would do the same.

Upon my arrival at the park. I discovered that in my haste and excitement, I had indeed grabbed my camera and tripod and placed them beside my door. Unfortunately, I forgot to carry them outside to my car. Damn!

I did hike through the several inches of snow to an isolated area of the park and stripped off my layers of winter clothing. There wasn’t anyone else around so I soon became bored with nothing to do except walking around in the snow. After about 15 minutes of lonely nudity, I got dressed and returned to my car and drove home.


As I was driving the short distance back to my home, I realized that being outside in the snow wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I imagined it being. True, the day’s outdoor temperatures were above freezing and the snow was actually beginning to seriously melt before I even left the park. Somehow, I had ingrained within my mind that it would be frigid out all day when the opposite was true. As a s’naked virgin, I honestly didn’t have a negative experience.

Unfortunately, that year didn’t present me with another opportunity to experience being s’naked. It simply didn’t snow again that season in any appreciable accumulation. A very unusual situation here in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. I did have one thought after my all-too-brief s’naked episode: s’naked is very similar to skinny-dipping; except it’s in snow, not water.


If you ever have a chance to try being s’naked, I encourage you to do so. Better to try it now than wonder about it later!

Naked hugs!

Roger/ReNude Pride


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A same gender loving (gay) bare practitioner (nudist) who invites you to explore my blog. At times I may appear irreverent but I am in no way irrelevant!

6 thoughts on “S’Naked!”

  1. Going s’naked wouldn’t be as intimidating as it sounds if I were in the company of any of the gentlemen in these pictures. And 15 minutes would have just been the beginning for you. 😉

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