Wife and I were at a nude beach on Lake Tahoe. An aquaintance of ours had a boat on the lake which we took a ride to the the middle of the lake, so I’d guesstimate about 3 or 4 miles from the beach.
I fell and broke my leg many years ago. They had to cut my jeans off, although they allowed me to take my top off myself. They were discarded. So I was separated from a wearable bottom half of my clothing by about 3 miles, at least until my mother arrived with some reinforcements.
A mile or so. It was a pretty big nudist camp.
Can’t beat it but can match it. Similar situation. …decided to take a nice middle of the night naked drive on country roads 
I was having heart surgery on one floor, and my clothes were in a closet on a different floor. That’s probably about as far as I’ve been separated from my duds.
Me too, but I can slightly top it; I crossed a state line! Will that get the Feds involved? 
It was okay. The OP told the trooper they were just going to town.
I have had hospital operations where I was naked. Sure I was covered to some extent by a sheet, but does that count as clothing? My clothes were back in the room, perhaps on another floor altogether.
Same here, though I couldn’t tell you where or exactly how far the OR was in relation to the changing room, since I had to remove my contact lenses as well as my clothes and couldn’t see a damn thing while they were wheeling my gurney down the halls.