“Man I’m friggin hungry. Do you have any bread duder?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Any crackers man?”
“Nope.”
“Oh well. Guess I’ll have another bowl of soup then.”
“Man! What are you doing?!!?? You eat soo much man!”
Slight confusion now as most of the food I had eaten I had either bought on the road or had brought. So I decided that I was done and had had enough.
“Alright man. I won’t eat any more of your food then man. I have nuts or something in my backpack man. Just go soak man, just go soak.” And I punctuated my non eating his foodness with an umpire “he’s safe” arm scissor thingy.
At this point he was standing over by the door and as I was looking in my bag o’ food I usually have on me and he began the cursing and the freak out, which had held off for a bit this time, came in full force.
“Well fuck you man. No, fuck you man, fuck you. Just fuck you man, no man fuck you.” And he went along that vein for a bit. I was looking at him thinking what exactly had brought this on, but I figured since his ear hurt him he was allowed. I tried to interject a bit to figure out what exactly he was going on about, but he would talk over me with a “Fuck” or two and I just let him wind down. I said “Alrighty man.” and he took off for the geodesic dome pool.
I sat there for a bit, shaking my head mostly, and then I ate some nuts that I have in my backpack and then I poured myself a rum and coke. I drank my drink, smoked a bit of the old frop, and decided that I would head on over to the pool myself.
The walk is about a mile or so, maybe a little less, and it winds around the front through the hot springs area along the long drive from the service road leading up to it. It was quiet, peaceful, and not at all like what had occurred in the RV. I let the night consume me, enfold me, and embrace me as I walked through the trees and along the lighted path up the hill to the geodesic dome that housed the hottest spring that Sierraville had to offer.
Within the dome, in the center of it actually, right in front of the big wooden Buddha, is the hot spring pool. Sand covers the bottom and the pool can reach temperatures of more then 115 degrees. There are other pools, like small stone sarcophagi, up stairs that curve a little over on the further wall from the hot pool that are no warmer then 55 degrees. If you have the stones, and they will shrivel when you do it I must say (from experience I might add), you jump from pool to pool and your immune system will boost like it never has before. This trip I was unable to really switch between the two as I had last time. I really don’t know why it was so difficult this time, but the water in the hot pool was sooo hot that the cool pools were soo cold that I hit then each a few times, till my hands cramped up and got sore, which took about fifteen seconds in the cold pool, and I was done. Now outside the dome there is an eighty-five degree swimming pool. There were a few people hanging out in it and I visited with them here and there.
