Hot Tubs and Teens

When stuck in snow, take a hot bath. These were my thoughts when we passed by the Bozeman Hot Springs, and we passed it often since our KOA campground was right next door. After several days of nagging and negotiations with Adolfo, we threw our bathing suits in a bag and headed for the hot springs.

These hot springs were nothing like the ones in Arkansas. After changing into our bathing suits, we walked into a room filled with a large swimming pool surrounded with smaller pools. Each of the pools had a different water temperature--unbearably hot to unbearably cold. This room brought back a memory from my childhood—-perhaps from these very pools. My sister and I found it fun to jump from one temperature pool to another, giving our bodies a shock. I tried a few of the pools this time, but would probably have had a heart attack if I jumped around as I did 30+ years ago.

Apparently children (well teens) today still enjoy jumping from pool to pool. They were swarming the area like noisy, buzzing bees. This must be the Bozeman hangout. I couldn’t blame these kids, either. After all, if you live far away from a beach and in a cold climate, the best way to see other scantily clad teens would be to visit a big steamy room full of hot pools.

For our taste, having teens running in all directions distracted from the relaxation, to say the least. We stayed for a half hour and headed back into the frigid cold.

So in conclusion, I guess I should apologize to all the adults who put up with Cindy and me back in the 1970s. We had no idea how annoying we were.