Locations of My Soul (part 2)
Goldbug Hotsprings outside Salmon, ID for healing
One of the several pools at GoldbugWhat could be more healing than soaking naked in a natural hotspring high in the mountains? Not much. Goldbug is one of those special places that my mind returns to in order to feel the hot healing mountain water. The springs are located in a fairly steep canyon. The hike is pretty short, maybe two miles, but steep. I visited there in April of 2005 (also when these pictures were taken). It was a chilly day, but once in the 100 degree plus water, I warmed right up. The pools are fairly private because of the steepness and shrubs, so it makes for a nice private soak even if there are a couple other people up there. Natural hotsprings are one of the things that I miss most about living in the west.
Emma on the trail up the canyon
An old building skeleton next to the trailLabels: Enough About Me, Photos, Travel
posted by BurdockBoy @ 11:33 PM
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Oh it looks like a wonderful place! I love natural pools--they're delicious. Those pics make me want to go on a hot springs trip.
What could be more healing than soaking naked in a natural hotspring high in the mountains? Not much.
Oh how I wish we had something like this in my area!
You know, I never would've thought Michigan to be moutainous. I always thought it was flat. Thanks for showing me the truth.
nio: I wish this was in Michigan. It's in Idaho, where I used to live. Sorry you were confused.
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I like the recent posts. The establishment of “place” is so important. Whether it is the place of self, home, community or a reserve in memory for healing purposes, the demarcation, the setting apart, is a sacred act. Whether one realizes it or not.
The senses are so intricately tied in their links to memory. Thanks for the reminders. There is the visualization; the sounds that tie to personal locations (running water, crickets, the laud of sand hill cranes); and touch (the variance of textures between different beach sands, the texture of a river-smoothed stone, or a pine cone touched with sap); and of course, smell and taste (the smell and taste of those pumpkins you note, along with the dried leaves of autumn, wood on a fire, a field of fireweed, or any dish your mother prepared for you as a child). Such a storehouse we create…and to do so knowledgably as one goes along…I tip my hat to you.
Just a thought - from this perspective, the Native ritual of burning sage is significant in the unification of memories, and ones access to them. If each burning becomes linked to each previous, then what a wealth of memories are stirred in one’s old age when one lights the sage.
And yeah, hot springs rock. Even at -40 below.
Thanks for sharing. Nice posts.
the fool:
Beautifully said. I associate music with locations as well. I remember driving through the wheat fields of the Palouse in Idaho listening to Radiohead. Or painting in the basement of my old college listening to Benny Goodman. Certain songs can draw up such vivid imagery, that sometimes it's difficult to listen to unless one is willing to travel back in time.
Oh that looks so inviting and relaxing!
I absolutely love hotsprings. Have you ever had the chance to visit any in the kootenays? Ainsworth is one of my favorites because of the caves.
Carla:
Ainsworth is incredible. The cave is so unique. I could only go knee deep in the cold plunge though. It's the only resort type springs I have been to. I was up there last year at the end of December. Soaking in the outside pool while the snow was coming down is quite memorable. The exciting part of the trip was trying to make it back to the states that night. I had bald tires on my car and we got as far as Sirdar, but couldn't make it up the hill. The snowplow came by too late so we had to sleep in the car because the port of entry was closed. I haven't ventured to any of the other hot springs up there yet.
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