Chena HOT Springs

Oh my gosh! Last Thanksgiving Weekend my dad, my (almost step-mom) Phyllis, and her sister, Libby, went to Chena Hot Springs. And boy, let me tell YOU, it was very very very VERY HOT!! After my dad and I arrived, we stepped off onto the indoor jacuzzi. Then, my dad headed outside to see if Phyllis and Libby, who came in separate cars, were in the outside Rock Lake.

As he left, I thought to myself, Hmm, I wonder what the Rock Lake is like. I've heard of it, but I've never actually been to see it, much less been in it because it was an 18-and-older thing.

After a good 5 or 6 or 7 minutes, my dad came back inside and over to the jacuzzi where I was, and said, "Okay, Phyllis and Libby are out there. Let's go."

My first reaction was this: "!!" But even though I was still in the hot tub, I kept my cool. I walked behind him and out the door. We walked onto the ramp leading down to the Lake. The ramp, yeah, it was like being in Antarctica and having a penguin give you a foot massage with ice cubes in a freezer. Then FINALLY we made it into the Lake. It was sooo lovely. The complete opposite of the ramp. Instant heat flooded my entire body. EVERY thought in my mind just melted away. Then I felt a weird smooshy feeling instead of the concrete ramp.

"Uhh, Dad?" I asked suddenly.

"Mmmhmm?" he replied, lazily.

"Er, what are we stepping on?" I said in a nervous tone.

"Hmm? Oh, it's just rocks; kinda sand-ish."

I dug my feet into the substance. Yeah, I thought, rocks. But, they're not, like, pokey spikey rocks. Eh, I could care less. I'm here; and I really gotsta relax.

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As I floated/swayed baaack and fooorth, my only need was breathing.