I foolishly loaned Chris The Shining three weeks prior to our going to Boulder Hot Springs. Upon suggesting that we venture there for some hot spring goodness, he balked and hesitated and hemmed and hawed, citing the resort as looking very much like the Overlook.

Finally I persuaded him (although to be honest I think he was as intrigued as I about this place) and we got our bathing suits, towels and imaginations ready to go.

The drive was beautiful- from the passenger seat I was able to see the dry, somewhat depressing landscape morph into more rich views as we got over the pass. The sun roof was open, my hair whipping about the car. I snapped a view frames of the views, and photographed clouds through the sun roof. Chris played Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix.

Spanish Mission style architecture greeted us when we parked. Geese paddled around a pond, a slight breeze refreshed everything, and the air was cooler in the higher elevation. We decided to wander around the grounds.

Everybody on staff was friendly! “Have you two been here before?” The lovely woman at the counter asked us- I had, Chris hadn’t. We paid the $14.00 and put on our suits and walked to the outdoor pool. I had to put sunscreen on everywhere- Chris declined, citing his Latin roots and dark skin. We swam around and floated, noting the breeze and relaxing- it was  perfect.

The afternoon was spent there, frolicking and relaxing and exclaiming our good fortune at being some of the only people there. I got a little pink on my legs and arms, to my great chagrin- I had applied, re-applied, and applied sunscreen again! BLAST!

We left Boulder happy, and drove back to town with the sunroof open to eat some well deserved pizza.

Fin.