You have no idea how much I long to go for a day trip, to hop in the ‘Hoe and go for a ride.
Preferably to a local hot spring. My heart almost hurts with the longing!
Nothing is ever as good as one remembers, however. Alas.
The hot spring travel song we would blast on our way to Hwy 395 is posted above. [youtube id=8D6pPgwafq0]
Here’s an article by the Oregonian taunting me *heavy sigh*
Oregon Hot Springs
I really really really want to get away and go soak for a while. Here are some pics:
Me in the Travertine Hot Springs at Bridgeport
Ari and Shelly at another part of the Travertine:
This is Hot Creek, with Shelly and Ari in good hot water:
This is outside Keough Hot Springs in Bishop
Here are a couple of pics inside Keough Hot Springs itself:
The girl and I went to the Hot Springs at Markleeville; gorgeous! We also had two friends with us. We proceeded to demolish the buffet at Harrah’s on the top floor and the Girl ordered her first alcoholic beverage! It all went downhill from there; too much food and alcohol. So, we will try to reset over the next two days to get back into the (interrupted) flow!
I am dreaming of hot springs today. It is chilly here in Sonora in the AM, but not cold (100 degrees during the day). The destination that I am longing to jump in my Jeep and drive off to is Benton Hot Springs. It’s a quiet, unassuming place at the end of Hwy 120. The drive there is to die for! My favorite way to go is over Tioga Pass through Yosemite, which cuts the drive down to about 3.5 hours for me. After driving through one of the most beautiful (but severely overpopulated tourist-wise) places in America (Yosemite) , the road ends up on Hwy 395, another breathtaking and somewhat desolate stretch of highway that varies between Nevada-like desert and high windswept passes. After a brief sojourn around Mono Lake Highway 10 splits off from 395 and that’s where the real fun begins.
It’s about 50 miles to Benton Hot Springs from the split, and the road is my very favorite. As you go through winding highway, the scenery changes completely. First, stunning old Red Pine forests, with gravel-like rock that makes the forest look like it’s been paved; eerie but still beautiful. Next up: rock formations from old lava flows, piled up alongside the road in strange drips and lumps. After that, desert and sagebrush, with cattle browsing around small man-made lakes out in the honest-to-god nowhere. I like to crank up my favorite “I’m going to the hot springs song”: Rain in the Summertime by The Alarm, an old 80’s tune that was meant to travel by. The road has severe dips that when driven at 60-plus MPH launches the car into space briefly, leaving one weightless and giddy. Finally, after all of the twists and turns, you pull into the bowl-like valley that drops into Benton Hot Springs, which is a sleepy little resort on the edge of a reservation. It’s a great place to camp, with individual tubs you can fill with hot spring water. There’s also a B and B there that I intend to stay at on a trip.
http://www.historicbentonhotsprings.com/ I can barely restrain myself from grabbing my gear and taking off! Next week, my precious! Soon I will take real vacation time. Then I will be off!
Had a marvelous time last night with good friends… drank wine and ate a great NT dinner… sprouted wheat pizza with raw cheese, organic sauce, organic mushrooms, olives, onions and Niman ranch bacon, buckwheat pasta with grilled veggies and homemade pesto, casaba melon straight from the garden, coconut cream corn, green salad with balsamic vinaigrette, and loads of good local wine, Ironstone Vineyards Merlot. It was rich with fruit, blackberries and cherries, and had a very smooth finish. We sat in their un-airconditioned straw bale house (when I got there, outside temp was 102 degrees F. Inside, it was 76 F. (that’s right, NO airconditioning, just a couple of open windows.) When it cooled off, we jumped into their wood-fired redwood hot tub, drinking cool well water and telling tall tales. We talked about everything, from death to taxes to spirit possession to Rudolph Steiner. Whatta night, to talk to people that speak the same language! I was there til 1 AM, and had to get up and go to work today. Boy am I bushed but happy. They are beautiful people, and a grand time was had by all.