Earlier this year I wrote about my discovery and love for a hot springs near Phoenix. And since then my love for hot springs has become a full-on craze for hot springs.
Laying in a warm bath tub under a palo verde tree, listening to the coos of mourning doves and gazing at the fluffy clouds above, I thought to myself I really needed this.
When I tell someone I’m planning to go to a high school reunion, or if I ask if they’ve gone to any of theirs, I often get the same eye-rolling response.
As I set my navigation to figure out the best route to reach the Hot Tubs for my rendezvous, the map showed an ominous message: “Permanently closed.” It can’t be! But sure enough, when I arrived there was a pair
I’ve written about how much I enjoy visiting the nude beach in San Gregorio. I’ve been visiting there for more than twenty years, yet in all that time I’d never made it to the end of the beach. Specifically, I’d
