I went to Lava Hot Springs with some friends over the weekend! It's a forgotten place with a population of 407, with hot springs of temperatures of up to 130 degrees. No resorts, no perfect hotels, or five star restaurants, no Walmart or Target, and only a Sinclair gas station a few miles away from town.
But it was just what I needed for that very reason... a serenity found in this quaint little town. Ex-hippies play guitar while you swim in the hot waters, and when it gets dark and your only entertainment leaves, the sweeping sound of the passing trailer and a few distant voices are all that remain. The moon was full and bright, above a rocky peak with a lighted "L" on it. The stars were in clear sight, twinkling in the reflection of the still spring waters.
But it was just what I needed for that very reason... a serenity found in this quaint little town. Ex-hippies play guitar while you swim in the hot waters, and when it gets dark and your only entertainment leaves, the sweeping sound of the passing trailer and a few distant voices are all that remain. The moon was full and bright, above a rocky peak with a lighted "L" on it. The stars were in clear sight, twinkling in the reflection of the still spring waters.
And then it was time to go. Our hands were pruney from sitting in the water for over four hours (pruney hands are BOMB). Then we went to bed and I swear I had the best sleep ever.
//Tubing down the river
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