Today – believe it or not – at the grand age of 72 – I made my first trip to a Hot Springs. I did so with a goodly amount of trepidation. I mean, I was happy to walk on the trail for a few hours (see photos). The walk was lovely – lots of fungi and a pretty forest and tons of streams and moss: forest bathing at its best. But then – Nakusp Hot Springs.
“But what do you actually do in a hot spring?” I wanted to know. “Is there a diving platform?”
Apparently not. The idea, I was told, was to hang out and relax.
“Relax? How can you relax when you’re not doing something?”
Still – I was willing to give it a try. Tammy And Nicky, who know me best, made a side bet that I wouldn’t last more than 4 minutes. In fact, they both suspected I would back out and just do a quick hike while they chilled.
But no, I had not unearthed my decades-old bathing suit for nothing. Dammit – I am game for new experiences.
What’s the worst that can happen? I asked myself. Well, I could go into a boredom coma and drown of course. A very real possibility. Still, I gave it a go. I changed, showered and tiptoed (no flipflops and everyone knows you can’t walk in bare feet unless you tiptoe – right? Right?) to the pool. I walked into the warm one. Hmmm – quite nice. I armed myself with several pool noodles, arranged them into a comfy configuration and began to float randomly. I think I may have dozed off and on.
And then I bowled them all over. “I like this!” I said.
Someone (Nicky?) said I’d better say it louder so that everyone could hear. “I like it!” I said again.
And I did.
It was nice. It was relaxing. It felt good.
After about half an hour, I went with Nicky into the hot pool for a few minutes, then back into the showers, a change into nice, clean clothing and home.
Really very nice.