The mountains were alight with the glow that only comes from thick blankets of snow. An illuminant feel to the air, light and free, while whipping through the valleys of highways to get to our destination. We had escaped.
We didn’t get as much snow as everyone else and we figured if we could get through the drift on the driveway and if the dirt road had been plowed it would smooth sailing up the roads to the mountains. The two hour drive was beautiful, the glistening snow fresh and the roads were not treacherous as we had feared. We were on our way to the Indian Hot Springs in Idaho Springs, Colorado.
So often folks think of Glenwood Springs as the hot springs of the mountains but this beautiful respite is often overlooked. The priest at my parish when I was a child, Father Weibel, would take my siblings and I to the hot springs for fun. It was always exciting and we would end the outings with a stop at the A&W, now a Barbeque joint. We have taken our children to the hot springs since they were small and have enjoyed many a stay here for birthdays and anniversaries.
You would have to live in an old homestead to think it the Ritz, but the quaintness and the rusticity of the place is endearing and a lovely, peaceful getaway. We stayed in a room in the main building. The ones across the street are complete with full baths and such but they remind me of a motel and I rather enjoy the idea of staying in ancient rooms with push lights, windows with views up the mountains and wood paneling. Presidents likely stayed in these rooms. They have half baths but if you are swimming in the lovely hot springs the whole time, who needs their own shower?
Thanks to the snow storm, many guests had cancelled so we had the pool to ourselves twice during our visit. The temperature was so cold outdoors that under the greenhouse canopy of tropical plants steam rose up from the lagoon-like pool creating a feel of stranded island and romance. It was heavenly and warm, the hot mineral springs loosening my aching shoulders from too many hours of typing. In passionate embrace we took in the smells of soil, the large palm trees tucked under the corrugated roof with condensation dripping lightly into the warm water. The only sound was from the gush of searing hot water coming from one end and the light wading of water from our fingertips.
After nearly thirty years of going to this beautiful holiday spot, I recommend that you go on weekdays and avoid weekends and holidays as it gets very crowded. A random Tuesday or snowy Sunday night will find you mostly alone. There are caves and clothing optional, gender specific areas, which we haven’t ventured to yet only because we like swimming together. They have a package for $109 for the night Sundays through Thursdays which includes unlimited access to the pool and caves, an overnight room, and a $25 gift certificate to a choice of four restaurants for dinner. A wonderful price for a wonderful place for escape!
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I could live there. If you ever venture out, we shall go there!
Very nice, I’m so jealous! I’m so over this snow.
Do they offer any spa services like the other hot springs place?
They do! Fabulous massages and treatments. I highly recommend a getaway!