I love a good hottub sesh, especially a natural one. Last weekend I rode out 2 hour on my motorcycle to saute in one all day long.
I really didn’t have a plan. In the morning, I rode my bike to the gas station and filled it up. I looked at the map and said fuck it. I was supposed to leave at like 5 but you know how things go. I left at like 7 so by my calculation, I would be sitting in a spring by 10 ish.
Let’s call it 11. Then I get 5 hours of hottubing before sunset then ride home…. Nope, I stayed in that bitch until 6 and then moseyed on to my bike. I was so deyhrated from the tub that I felt drunk. Once I reached the bike, there was this guy, Nate Morrison, that gave me a a bunch of water. I talked to him a bit and after about 40 minutes I felt right again. Lets do this…..
Route Nine South was an awesome road, especially with the sunsetting to the west. I was having a fucking ball, ripping the bike. My heated grips and fairing provided an awesome layer of protection from the cold, Colorado wind. I listened to some pink Floyd and cruised into the death trap that is I -70 East.
By the time I reached the highway, it was dark… Fuck me, this was going to suck. I probably should have thought of this while I was in the tub. I drove an excruciating hour and 20 minutes back to the house. I thought I was going to die.

I never want to be in that situation again. That sucked. My mission for this weekend, is to get an overnight set up on my motorcycle, so that I could just sleep at a campsite as opposed to riding back in the dark.
It was a super cool bunch of people. We had a ball sitting in that tub sauteing. I wish I could have stayed the night and done the same thing the next day. But what’s done is done. I need a night pack.
I’m done writing…. I can’t wait to go to the hot springs again, just more prepared. I will saute all day and saute the next day as well. In fact, I will go there next weekend and accomplish this.
I love me a good hot spring. I have been to five of the six hot springs in Colorado already…..