Over the weekend the gang -- most of the members were new relatively speaking -- and I went to a Hot Spring at Olympic National Park. The idea was to find a 'natural' spring in the middle of the forest, and sneak into it but because everybody was tired lazy and cold as it rained through the weekend, we went into a fully-maintained proper spring instead. 150F water, cooled down to 115 degrees for a 'cool spring' through heat exchanger that warmed the freezing-cold stream water for the swimming pool. They also had the OG 'hot' pool but you couldn't sit down for longer than 10 minutes without seriously shrinking like a raisin. 15 bucks for an horu-and-half. In addition to the entry fee into the national park, which was variable but you should get anyway.
It was pretty great. Good times with friends. The whole thing stunk of rotten eggs or devil depending on your religious persuasion. So much sulfur. I did feel relaxed...to relaxed maybe because we were non-functional for the several hours that followed and there was some concern that the drivers wouldn't be able to concentrate on the road but things worked out.
And finally I can tell people I was at a spring. Mostly old people, very chill, and the best possible situation because it was cold and rainy outside, so the warmed of the water made it the perfect combination.
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