Photo by Jeffrey Louden
Hot Springs. I have loved them my whole life. Hot water from the continuing formation of the continents. All five states of the Rocky Mountain Synod have hot springs. The spring above, Hobo Springs, in Saratoga, WY was gifted to the town with one proviso: it needed to remain free. They could not charge for it. So today one can drive south of I-80 near Rawlins and there in this small town, next to the Platte River, on the edge of the Colorado border, is this hot oasis. Heat for one's bones. Balm for one's aches. Beauty for one's soul. One can soak in the springs, which are anywhere from 104-110 degrees hot, and then, if you dare, cool off in the Platte River. On the way back from the Theological Convocation three of us took the time to slip into those waters, remembering our baptism, rooted in the continuing mystery and gift of the Earth. Ahhh.
Jeffrey Louden
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