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Hot Pots (Not To Be Confused With Hot Pockets Or With Mongolian Hot Pots)

This past weekend I did something that was one part rock, one part water, one part mist, one part heat, one part cold, one part darkness, one part light, and 1/100th part creepy.  There were some other parts in their, too, but I think these reflect the most important ones.

I spent the holiday weekend in Utah, in the Heber Valley area.  Dotting the landscape were columns of whispy steam rising in the crisp winter cold.  These whisps were emanating from rounded mounds of what appeared to be snow covered earth.  But which turned out to be rock. 

Homestead Hot Pot by you.

BAD picture quality, but its the best one I got! 

These mounds are Hot Pots.  Formed over the eons by heated water bubbling up from underground lakes, as the water would overflow the minerals within it would eventually form a mounded “crust”.  The visible mounds surrounded small bodies of this heated water.  One local entrepreneur blasted a hole in a rather large mound which was located on his property.  This hole was blasted at the base of the mound and extended hundreds of feet through the rock into the interior of the mound.  This provided easy access to the fresh smelling mineral rich waters within. 

Hot Pot Entrance by you.

Becky and Bill entering the mound…

Inside the mound there is a place to remove outer clothing and to don a life jacket.  Down the tunnel all you can see is mist.  In warmer weather the air is clear, but the mist adds a wonderful and ethereal quality to the space!  As you enter the mist the water comes into view.  Dimly lit from below by a few lights, it dances green and warm.  A small hazy shaft of light comes down from above through a small natural vent at the top of the mound. 

Hot Pot Vent Hole by you.

The water  below is 45 feet across in each direction, and extends 65 feet deep.  Though it is 20 degrees outside, it is warm inside.  The water remains fairly constantly 94-97 degrees.  And it gets warmer the deeper you swim.

 Soaking in the Hot Pot by you.

Becky, Susi, and Bill warming in the seated area before entering the swimming area

We shared our swim with scuba divers who come to get their certification, usually for a winter vacation to somewhere warm.  What a great place to get excellent diving experience.  I will admit that the when these divers swim underneath you that the bubbles which arise from the bottom of the little warm lake can be a bit disconcerting, and creepy feeling when you aren’t expecting them.  It is mostly dark down in the water and it’s easy to imagine monsters and slimy things reaching up from the deep to grab unsuspecting bathers!  We were assured however, that these waters do not support any life.  :-)

There are some of these warm lakes which haven’t formed the mound yet and are open and free to the public.  When we first decided to get warm and wet, we weighed the option of using one of these random free ponds or pay to go in the big hot pot.  “Free is good” was my initial response.  But when we arrived at the location, we had to drive through mud to get there, and the pond was filled with what looked like possibly naked, maybe beer swilling local types with the requisite hound running around.  And since it was outside and not surrounded by the mound, it looked wicked cold!!!  “Free is good, but sometimes paying is better” became the new mantra.

It was worth the $10 bucks admission, that’s for sure.

A dreamy little vacation within a vacation! 

I attempted to find more information on the pots to share here, but there is very little to be found.  Not even a Wikipedia entry, which surprised me! 

In the end, if you ever find yourself in the Heber Valley part of Utah, make sure you add this to your list of things you must do.  The pay to enter Hot Pot is at the Homestead Resort.  Check out the website.  Click on “The Crater” for more info and a few more pics.  Call and ask for the activities desk to make reservations.  You won’t be sorry!  And you should stay at the Invited Inn while you are there.  It’s a fabulous little swiss style B&B with the most delightful proprieters (Bill and Susie, pictured above in the hot pot.)  More on this lovely Inn in a post to follow.


1,000 Places…

Five or six years ago a friend of mine gave me the book “1,000 Places To See Before You Die”.

Up until about two years ago, I’d been highlighting all the places that I’d been to.  Then I moved.  Today I finally unpacked the box that the book was in.  I sat down to get it all caught up.

I added some interesting ones!  Rocky Mountain National Park in Estes Park, Colorado.  St. Paul’s Cathedral in London.  The Black Hills National Forest in South Dakota.  Mt. Etna in Sicily (I’m counting this even though it was a drive-by!).  Moab and the Red Rock Country in Utah.  Zion National Park, also in Utah.  To name a few!  :-)   While going through the book I found that I had never highlighted Independence National Historic Park in Philadelphia, which I’ve been to twice, actually, or The Freedom Trail, in Boston!  So I took care of yellowing them out!

I have picked a few more places that I’d like to go to in the very near future.  There are seven places listed as must visits in Colorado.  There’s a national park called Mesa Verde in Cortez.  It looks FASCINATING.  And I bought a national park’s annual pass last month, so I can get in “free”.  Bonus!

Maybe next weekend!


Scenic Byway

Some days ago I posted “Understatement“.  I thought it was time to share more on that as promised.  The pictures don’t do justice to what I was actually seeing and experiencing.  And pictures lack the ability to share the warm wind you feel on your face and in your hair.  Pictures lack the the ability to share the faint scent of desert sand, scrub grass, and river water.  These pictures captured are a single tile of the huge mosaic of beauty which surrounded me on all sides, came up to meet my feet, and covered me from above. 

I was driving along, enjoying the river whose path the highway mirrored, when this

came into view.  These spires were MILES in the distance and yet they were monstrously huge.  Every time I turned a corner I was treated to some new and awesome expanse of beauty.  Like this

for example!  This also was incredibly far off in the distance.  My breath was literally taken away.  I stopped my car at frequent intervals just to step out to smell and listen to the wind while doing 360 degree turns and taking in the magnificance of God’s creation.

Near the end of the highway, the canyon walls moved closer together, the river lazed between them.  I stopped.  And stopped.  And stopped again.  It took me hours to drive the 25 mile or so highway.  I saw very few other vehicles as I drove.  Mostly I was alone with my thoughts and the savage beauty of this place.


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