I’ve always heard that the hot springs around Utah Valley are frequented by naked hippies. Fortunately, this is wasn’t the case last night. I do have a soft spot in my heart especially set apart for hippies, but only for those hippies who are properly dressed. Preferably in some stylish tie-dye apparel.
But getting on to the point. We had a fun little jaunt down to Spanish Fork on Friday night. There was a bit of concern, initially, about whether or not the mountain was on fire, but I suppose that we lucked out. We also benefited from the experience of Ms. Vernon, who had previously been to the hot springs before. It’s always nice to be looking for something with somebody who has a good idea of how to find it. This contrasts somewhat with the time I went to search for Nutty Putty caves, and drove around for a couple of hours looking for it, before we finally gave up and went home.
The hike in was easy, though it did take us around an hour. I’m sure that those in a hurry could easily do it in half the time. We only saw two or three other groups at the hot springs when we got there. We had passed a few groups on the trail that were heading out. The first spot we looked at was actually a bit too hot for our liking, so we went downstream a bit, and found a nice little pool that was goldilocks-ion perfection. We discovered a rather slimy moss on some of the rocks under the water that we affectionately named, “Dragon Snot.” The discovery of which, being the highlight of the trip (for me, anyway).
For those interested in the springs, here’s a link to a google map that I think shows the correct trail. Just watch out for those hippies. I’ve heard too many rumors to completely disregard.
