While a good portion of my travels this summer were an attempt at being a badass outdoors girl, it was also a chance to showcase my excellent relaxing skills. I am of the belief that both are of equal importance while adventuring. I found Utah’s Mystic Hot Springs on Airbnb and it seemed like the perfect mix of weirdo and paradise, so I booked a night. (I’d actually booked two but could only make it one night on account of a rockslide on the highway and 250+ added miles. Road trip problems, am I right?)
these Utah hot springs are run by Mystic Mike, a former Deadhead and accommodations range from tenting, mobile home, bus, or log cabin. Headquarters seem to be a converted recreation building that sits next to an empty pool. Around back and up the hill are the hot springs. There is one larger pool, but the real attraction are all of the vintage tubs built in to collect the spring water.
It is quiet, mystical, perfection and I spent the majority of my stay sitting in one of those tubs staring out over the desert landscape. I tried to read, but instead felt a draw to sit with my thoughts and let the beauty of the landscape fill my soul. It did.
At night I watched the stars come out and curled up in an old log cabin from the 1800’s with Cooper at my side. The middle of nowhere, Utah is quiet in a striking way. Little sounds become amplified in the absence of bigger sounds. It was so rejuvenating after a year of stresses and a job that is rarely quiet, to let the stillness envelop me.
In the morning I took Cooper for a long walk and we explored the landscape of this beautiful state. I dropped him at the cabin for his morning nap and went back to the pools for another few hours. I met two other teachers who were on a summer hiking trip and we commiserated over classroom woes and marveled at the beauty around us.
If there are spirits, I am certain they live in this place and I hope my journey brings me back again some day.