Got Soaked

Imbolc and the Durango Moon

Friday gratefuls: This trip with Tom. To deepening relationship. Memories. Ruth. Gabe. Jon. Seoah and Murdoch. Joe. Geothermal Springs. Fumaroles. Sulfur. Hot. Cool. The Barefoot Grill. The Cantina. The Cafe. The power of Mother Earth. The Supermoon. The last days of the infernal combustion engine. Solar power. Wind. Geothermal. The power of conversation. Perpetrator Trump. Merrick Garland, stepping up. The Democrats, as the Atlantic said, in array?

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Soaking in 101 degree water

 

Tom and I drove a little over an hour from Durango to Pagosa Springs. Conversation still peeling back layers of our lives, seeing ourselves in the others response. What good, old friends are for. No longer the young guys who met at the Indian restaurant in Minneapolis, hair still dark, waists as yet unpadded. A long and winding journey. A pilgrimage of knowing another and through that knowing coming to know myself. And likewise for him.

Pagosa Springs doesn’t feel like Colorado to me. More like a resort town along a beach or on a Caribbean Island. Pedestrians here lift a small flag out of a holder and carry it in front of them as they cross. Cars stop. First time I saw this I expected a small clot of Japanese tourists to follow. Nope. A low tech, but effective signal to the vulnerability of a walking person among much heavier vehicles.

This will be a short post because Tom and I are going to get on the road early, headed back to Conifer. Breakfast first at the Cafe here. Conifer for me, then onto the airport for Tom. Back to the homestate.

We soaked in the pools here yesterday afternoon. Though I’ve visited hot springs in Thermopolis, Wyoming, Idaho Springs and Glenwood, Colorado, this way my first time to try contrast bathing. Hot soak for fifteen minutes. Then cool off either in the Mountain Breezes or a Pool with a lower temperature. An ancient activity. Roman baths. Japanese hot Springs. All over the world.*

Healing. Also, tiring. A half hour of soaking did both of us in. I went over to the Barefoot Grill later for hummus and edamame, but Tom called it a night.

Here’s to friends and travel. And, especially, to Tom. A long time, dear friend.

 

“The groundwater is heated either by shallow bodies of magma (molten rock) or by circulation through faults to hot rock deep in the Earth’s crust. In either case, the ultimate source of the heat is radioactive decay of naturally occurring radioactive elements in the Earth’s mantle, the layer beneath the crust.” wiki

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