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| Peter curing his arthritis in the Liard Hot Springs. |
Part of me can’t wait to get to the lower forty-eight! Driving through Alaska, the Yukon, and BC has
been analogous to driving through a zoo without cages. After our head on collision with the black
bear last night (read Thomas’ blog) and twenty minutes later passing bison
bulls, blood-shot eyes and in full rut, walking along the ditches, we decided
to hang it up early before anything really serious occurred.
Thomas slept well, but I woke up with my nerves still a
little jangled from the night before.
Fortunately sixty miles up the road the Laird Hot Springs were waiting
for us.
We had been informed by numerous acquaintances that this was
one activity we must not pass up, not to mention the fact that our camper doesn’t
have a shower and sleeping with the windows cracked would soon be a necessity.
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| Having fun with the waterproof camera |
Thomas had a spare pair of basketball shorts, which saved me
from traumatizing the other bathers with what I would have had to wear. We took along a bar of soap hoping we could
lather up while we were at it.
In the changing room I innocently asked another gentleman if
there were regulations regarding the use of soap in the hot springs. He looked at the two of us like we had just
fallen off the turnip truck, whence he commenced to chid us like school
children for even thinking of anything so foolish. Didn’t we know that no detergents were allowed
anywhere in the wildlife protected areas?
Well, excuse us for even breathing the same oxygen you breath! We left
the soap in the changing room, although part of me wanted to slip the bar into
my shorts anyways.
When we finally crawled out of the water our torsos were a
bright pink. They say sulfur-fueled hot
springs are good for what ails you, and so they were. We clambered back into the truck ready to see
what other adventures we would face in the coming days.
Did that guy say what's the policy on urination in the hotsprings? That seems natural enough and probably inevitable as well.
ReplyDeleteNo, he didn't say anything about that, but there was a time that dad & I inched very close to him and sat there silently with looks of concentration on our faces. Then we both slinked away with mischievous grins. That will teach him to tell us what we can and can't do in a hot springs.
ReplyDeleteThe current was running fairly strong, so we both made sure we were just a little upstream from him....
ReplyDeleteTell us about the bear.
ReplyDelete"head on collision with the black bear last night"
ReplyDeleteNeeds some explaination!
Be safe traveling home.
Your map says you're in Cochrane--are you really? that's where Larry & Pixie Charter live; he's on the pastoral staff @ Cochrane Alliance, or whatever it's called. Pixie's my sister.
ReplyDeleteDon't know what my url is; don't know how to post something on this thingy; that was my comment about Cochrane; don't think my name is on it. Dan Hoath
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