A shrot drive from our Air B&B in Richfield, was the tiny community of Monroe, and up on a hillside to the south east of that town, was the tiny hippy commune resort of Mystic Hot Springs:
The place was a little worse for wear. It had been around since the 50’s. In the early 70’s, the current owner accidentally found it while he was lost after a Grateful Dead concert. I can’t make this stuff up!
Zac had found this place last year, in the dead of winter. He lead the way …
We entered into a dark room that smelled of incense and sage, and other things. We paid a kind women who oriented us to the facilities and grounds with this lovely map:
The kids were ALL ready to go!
No shoes allowed in the office.
And back out in front of the now empty pool.
Zac waiting for us dilly dallying.
Up to the pools!
The kids just couldn’t wait another moment.
Jumping right in!
Krysta and I snuck up to the individual pools. The owner had JUST emptied them, so they were not refilled yet.
It was really fun to see how the whole operation worked.
Back in the pools, the kids were getting water and a reapplication of sun screen.
Karl and I snuck up…
While here again, we called up everyone else.
The kids were so funny, and we were excited to give them a try.
The Pipkin Hites!
The tubs were finally full!!
We did some hiking around.
Always worried one of them will trip!
And DESPITE the 70 SPF sunscreen, I could feel myself getting cooked.
We checked out the buses. They went from crazy to amazing.