It’s been a long time since I travelled that road, it can be a popular one with both loggers, tourists and locals. The last time was about sixteen years ago. It was with some good friends to spread the ashes of a friend who passed away. He loved it at a cabin on a lake known for fishing. We drank beer, played music and told stories about our lost friend. He loved that spot and spent some of his best days there.
We weren’t heading for the lake however. Before we reached the lake we took off on a well worn logging road. Now we were in an area I hadn’t been to since I was in grade 7. I remember this because, we were on a few nights overnight class trip to a remote cabin in the mountains. We had a good teacher that year and she was up for just about anything. I remember it being a good trip.
My father picked us up at the trailhead on the way out. On the drive back we stopped and soaked in a natural hot springs. I can still remember the girls in their bikinis. A 12 year old remembers such things, even if they forget how to find the same spot forty-some-odd years later.
And that is what we were looking for, those old natural hot spring pools. Except things had changed. For one thing, there are way more logging roads. Second the road to the hot springs no longer exists. No cell service to use GPS, not that that would have helped me anyway.
After about an hour driving the backroads we settled on a spot to start hiking. I wasn’t sure we were in the right place. A hike would be good after rattling around over potholes and frozen puddles.
Once we started hiking I wasn’t too concerned about finding the hot springs. There was plenty to see, the trees were covered in snow, the creeks had fish, birds chirped and sometimes showed themselves, chickadees, buntings, grosbeaks, solitaires and even a couple dippers.
I tried to remembering landmarks from years ago, but it was no use. They only way we would find the springs was by the research done before we left the house.
We rose up through the pass and started hiking down. I could remember overlooking the Kootenay valley. Not far down and we followed a crack in the mountain to mist and a slight smell of sulfur. There they were, the hot springs. Just like I remembered rocks had been arranged to capture the water in pools.
Although the hike wasn’t gruelling a dip was in order. The water soothed the muscles. The air was chilly getting out of the hot water. A quick bite and it was back on the trail to make it out before dark.
Very fine day.
8 thoughts on “walking back”
Fortunate, you are, for finding that hidden treasure. It was a good prize.
We’ve had a string of days in the range of 70˚F with sunny skies. Lots of fall cleanup work is being done. Two more on the way before we get back to normal. No hot springs around to soak in.
Willow looks very stately behind you. Posing seems to come naturally.
A great story and good photos like always.
Thank you Larry. I hope Nora is recovering from having those teeth extracted. Take care. Bob
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Ah – Willow only likes COLD water! Glad you found the hot springs – I’d love to visit one and have a bathe!
You’d have remembered this… I was once in a large jacuzzi somewhere and there was a Mum and her son of about 11 or 12 bubbling away opposite me. I happened to see the lad’s eyes were suddenly bulging out of his head – he couldn’t decide whether he was horrified or fascinated or both! I looked down and saw that the water had bubbled into the back of my bikini top and my boobs were inflating rapidly! It looked really amusing!
Ha ha! The youngster probably still remembers you and your ‘growing’ boobs! Thanks for giving me a good laugh. Take care. Bob
still makes me laugh now!
Hey Bob .. glad you found the springs .. fine way to relax after a hike!
Good to hear from you Julie. The springs were very relaxing. Take care. Bob
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