Category Archives: Hot Springs and Soaking
Paul S and I were on our way to one of those unforgettable soaking days. This one involved a bit more insane driving than usual, and the dirt track to the settlement of Atlanta, deep in the Idaho forest, was so steep that I put the old Tacoma in low-range and first gear, then stood...
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U.S. Route 395 runs the length of California, from top to bottom, and then continues northward to greater glory and Oregon, It’s a well-used road and you can often find truckers, hunters, vacationers, and pilgrims of all sorts going somewhere, usually fast, sometimes slowly. When I am on 395, it usually means I’m soaking or...
At the edge of the Black Rock Desert, practically on the playa – truly “God’s country” if there were a god, and I guess it’s all subjective, so I should shut the fuck up about that. You cross the playa, then cross the tracks, then scramble up to that little dirt and alkali dust track...