1970 in Vermont. Robert Altman/Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images Life This Is My Last Resort No one wants to be naked in front of anyone anymore. I went to one of the only nudist corners of America still standing to find out why. Sign up for the Slatest to get the most insightful analysis, criticism, and advice out there, delivered to your inbox daily. They make newbies like me strip down as soon as you enter the gate at Glen Eden Sun Club, the last nudist resort in Southern California. “No exceptions,” says Rudy, my very naked welcome guide. I suppose it’s a way of weeding out the pretenders, which I’m eager to prove I’m not, so there in the parking lot, I throw my clothes into my car, place orange stickers over the lenses on my phone (per the rules), and follow Rudy’s golf cart to my spartan quarters near the pool complex.…