Slacking in Hot Springs
Last time I wrote was Thursday.
I genuinely didn’t think about writing all weekend. Friday was rainy & miserable. The short drive was a pain & then there was that misty, sporadic, light rain that wasn’t bad when you were outside but as soon as you stepped inside felt cold & damp. When I got back to my room from the day, all I wanted to do was curl up in bed with several layers of clothing, trying to warm up.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. It was 70s/80s sunshine, spring weather that everyone looks for. I walked the length of downtown a couple of times, had lunch at The Ohio Club because several people told me about the history & the burger. The history is great & the burger was tasty. They know how to make a good drink.
I tried to make an appointment at Quapaw, also based on multiple recommendations, but couldn’t get anything until this afternoon. Instead, I scheduled a bath at my hotel, which was amazing. It’s not just soaking in a tub. First you soak in a vintage whirlpool bath. Vintage meaning, the whirlpool part is some motor on a stick suspended above the tub. This is followed by a sauna. Then they wrap you in towels that have been soaked in the hot mineral waters. Then there’s this weird shower thing to cool off, which was only part working. Similar to the feeling after the waters in Truth or Consequences, all I wanted to do after getting out of the tub was nothing. This is why I booked the last appointment of the day. I just went upstairs to my room & fell asleep for several hours.
Downtown/National Park, Hot Springs is a one-street town in the best sense of the word. It’s not surprising that this is the first healthful town with the therapeutic waters was the first holding of the national park system, even through Yosemite was it’s first park. This valley that makes you feel better is 100% worth protecting. I almost booked a third night here because the old school porches are a fun hang.
I like Hot Springs, Arkansas.