After this, I was despondent, since I was still in love with Mollie, and was to be for several years to come. I loved the sound of her voice, and my spirits lifted each time she called. Two weeks after the Santa Maria trip, I was invited by one of my Camping Bare friends to attend a campout with a group, the "Smokeless Campers" that I had never been with. I accepted because they were going to a campground I loved. I went in my motorhome on Friday, but could not maneuver it into a site I favored, due to trees and steep slope. The next morning another motorhome arrived with a lady driver, who expertly put it into that site, ignoring male advice. I went over to congratulate her, and was treated to a nice breakfast. Ana started telling me her life story. She was born in the then Austrian Empire, now Croatia, but raised in Columbia. Her ancestry was German and Slovak. She had had two American Serviceman husbands, both of whom had been unfaithful. At some point in this discourse she began to cry. I got up and hugged her in sympathy. Suddenly she gave a great convulsion, and I knew she had fallen in love with me. I was not attracted to her but the unusual circumstances caused an erection, which she could plainly see, sitting opposite her, by the bulge in my sweatpants. This happened twice more before I left. I went hiking all day. After a group dinner, Ana invited me to her motorhome "for a nightcap", but as soon as I got there she took off all her clothes and took me to bed. At first I was reluctant since I was still in love with Mollie, but gave in after she said "Are you a man or not?"

We began sleeping together, either at mine or at Ana's house. Gradually it was more at my house, especially after Ana retired at 65. Thus we lived together for seven years. Ana was a very lovable person without any malice for anyone. She was a good cook, but not the healthy food that Mollie provided.

Ana would go to Camping Bares meetings but her Catholic upbringing never permitted her to be comfortable nude in public and she only tried it once. We camped instead with the Smokeless Campers. The man who had always run this club got a stroke before I joined, from which he never recovered. Nobody else could effectively replace him, so I offered to take over because of my Camping Bares experience. I was elected President, and Ana Treasurer. Together, we put the club on a good business footing, and it prospered. We ran it for five years. Some of my Camping Bares friends started to come to the Smokeless Campers campouts, and some Smokeless Campers started to go with the Camping Bares.

Unfortunately, this was not a good match, in philosophy, or physiology. Ana was grossly overweight, thirteen years older, had a streak of anti-Semitism, was not a nudist, and was not physically able to join in my active lifestyle. We did not have a meeting of minds, and after Ana put up her house for sale, and started looking for another near to mine, I thought she was planning to leave me, and started looking around. We had been hosting foreign students who were attending English language schools for years. Actually, Ana intended for me to rent my house and live in her new one with students. It was a misunderstanding, but I wanted out anyway.

I selected Judy, one of the Camping Bares I had known for fifteen years. She had left her long-time lover, and I was sexually attracted to her. Besides she was a nurse. It took a month to convince Judy of my sincerity, and then we became lovers. It took me five days to screw up my courage to tell Ana, with encouragement from my friends. The next morning Ana left and went back to her house, which had not sold. Judy moved in that same afternoon. She had little stuff, since she was living in an old motorhome. Poor Ana never got over me and pined for me for the rest of her days.