I had an appointment at the Boise Airport today, to pick up Steph coming back from her mom’s memorial service in Enumclaw, WA. It’s 355 miles and a little over five hours so to break it up I left yesterday morning and drove straight to Miracle Hot Springs, about an hour this side of Boise.
I’d seen the signs for this place, along Interstate 84, so I researched them, booked an RV spot, and pulled in around 1400. The spot was $20 and an all day soak was $8. I ate my dinner (Beanie Weenie mixed with a package of tuna, in a styrofoam bowl) made the first of several cocktails in my plastic coffee cup, and mosied up to the tubs. There were four pools of varying temps and of course I went for the hottest, with a pipe of natural hot spring water feeding it.
It was a fun evening, I made several trips back to my campsite for refills, and met some engaging people. Hot water seems to inhibit the normal reluctance of people to chat with total strangers, and it’s a phenomenon I’ve noticed over a few summers of hot-springing.
I took the back roads into Boise this morning and all of the photos are available with a click on my campsite below.
