Our Friend leaves a voicemail: “Come over and go to the hot-springs with me, then I’ll make you guys dinner and we can have a little jam session”. My legs, the night before and still today are stiff and cramping from bicycling and gardening work at the bottom of a steep hill. Now that’s a good idea I’m thinking.
So we close shop early and head for McCready Hot springs. We get there and the parking lot is improved with a bathroom. The foot path to the pool is covered with crunchy snow. The pool is crowded with just enough room for newcomers. Soon after we enter the shallow warm-up pool a few people depart and we quickly move to the deep, hotter section of the hot spring. Ahh, sensual delight and healing hot water.
Our Friend recognizes a kindred spirit likely of South American descent and greets him warmly…
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