One-yeariversary.
I forgot to tell you about our one-yeariversary. Will decided since I planned the wedding, he would plan our anniversary. Aside from one of the hotel rooms getting cancelled and us having to change our initial location (which I didn't find out until later - he did a good job of being a surpriser), it was really nice.
First, we stayed here in a town outside of Cripple Creek that I previously thought was a ghost town. Also, since we got there at night, we ended up going the wrong way into town on some creepy dirt roads with no signs for miles and miles, because I thought that was the normal way. I thought this because I saw a sign for Victor one time when I'd been running in Cripple Creek, and didn't realize that that sign pointed to the secret creepy way. But that hotel was way nicer than the one in Cripple Creek that we'd stayed in, before (that ultimately closed down, but hopefully not forever, because it was weirdly charming). We did some things and I gambled a quarter in a penny slot machine and won $40. Then Will gambled $10 in blackjack and won $30. So that was good luck for us.
Then, we went to Hot Sulphur Springs, because what's an anniversary without a ridiculous hot spring time. We were pleasantly surprised at how much less over-the-top-spirituality-y it was, compared to other places we have gone. It might be the second-least-ridiculous hot spring we have been to. I will now rank them in order of most hippy-dippy-reiki-healing-hot-rocks-buddhist-massage-herbal-therapy{read: weed-smoked-freely-on-premises}ish to least: 1) Cottonwood Hot Springs. This one is right by us. It's in Buena Vista and it's one of the last ones that allowed clothing-optional nights. Now there's a city ordinance against that, so they can't. No skin off my nose. 2) Pagosa Springs. This is the place we went on our honeymoon where everyone hogged the waterfall like they were in an Herbal Essences commercial. Weird. 3) Hot Sulphur Springs. It finished closer to the top than the next one, because there is a "quiet area" where you aren't supposed to have kids, so you can BE PEACEFUL >:O. The ironic thing about this was that our rooms were supposed to be quiet areas, too, but there was a huge family in the room next to ours, and it sounded like they were hurling furniture at each other all hours of the day and night. 4) Mt. Princeton Hot Springs. This one might be our favorite, because it is a fun place and completely unpretentious. Also, you get to sit in the river. Hot water flows into it all year, so you can even do this when it's snowing. Some of you may have been here. Conundrum Hot Springs in Aspen gets an honorable mention as #5, because it's in the middle of the woods, and you can't really get less pretentious than that. But it also kind of doesn't count, because it is not commercially owned; it's on Forest Service land.
If you want a list of hot springs we know, in order of worst stink to best/least stink, here it is: 1) Pagosa. Stinks. 2) Hot Sulphur. 3) Cottonwood. 4) Mt. Princeton. 5) Conundrum. So that's that.
We wanted to take pictures, but all of our phones were dying and we forgot the chargers. Also, we probably wouldn't have remembered to take pictures, despite that. I did remember to take this one of a mooseface who hung above our heads at a restaurant where we ate Rocky Mountain Oysters and got the wrong wine and even though I tried not to make a big stink about it, I accidentally did, anyway:
Don't be fooled. This moose's face probably weighs more than William and I put together. Hope you weren't fooled.
Welp, bye.
First, we stayed here in a town outside of Cripple Creek that I previously thought was a ghost town. Also, since we got there at night, we ended up going the wrong way into town on some creepy dirt roads with no signs for miles and miles, because I thought that was the normal way. I thought this because I saw a sign for Victor one time when I'd been running in Cripple Creek, and didn't realize that that sign pointed to the secret creepy way. But that hotel was way nicer than the one in Cripple Creek that we'd stayed in, before (that ultimately closed down, but hopefully not forever, because it was weirdly charming). We did some things and I gambled a quarter in a penny slot machine and won $40. Then Will gambled $10 in blackjack and won $30. So that was good luck for us.
Then, we went to Hot Sulphur Springs, because what's an anniversary without a ridiculous hot spring time. We were pleasantly surprised at how much less over-the-top-spirituality-y it was, compared to other places we have gone. It might be the second-least-ridiculous hot spring we have been to. I will now rank them in order of most hippy-dippy-reiki-healing-hot-rocks-buddhist-massage-herbal-therapy{read: weed-smoked-freely-on-premises}ish to least: 1) Cottonwood Hot Springs. This one is right by us. It's in Buena Vista and it's one of the last ones that allowed clothing-optional nights. Now there's a city ordinance against that, so they can't. No skin off my nose. 2) Pagosa Springs. This is the place we went on our honeymoon where everyone hogged the waterfall like they were in an Herbal Essences commercial. Weird. 3) Hot Sulphur Springs. It finished closer to the top than the next one, because there is a "quiet area" where you aren't supposed to have kids, so you can BE PEACEFUL >:O. The ironic thing about this was that our rooms were supposed to be quiet areas, too, but there was a huge family in the room next to ours, and it sounded like they were hurling furniture at each other all hours of the day and night. 4) Mt. Princeton Hot Springs. This one might be our favorite, because it is a fun place and completely unpretentious. Also, you get to sit in the river. Hot water flows into it all year, so you can even do this when it's snowing. Some of you may have been here. Conundrum Hot Springs in Aspen gets an honorable mention as #5, because it's in the middle of the woods, and you can't really get less pretentious than that. But it also kind of doesn't count, because it is not commercially owned; it's on Forest Service land.
If you want a list of hot springs we know, in order of worst stink to best/least stink, here it is: 1) Pagosa. Stinks. 2) Hot Sulphur. 3) Cottonwood. 4) Mt. Princeton. 5) Conundrum. So that's that.
We wanted to take pictures, but all of our phones were dying and we forgot the chargers. Also, we probably wouldn't have remembered to take pictures, despite that. I did remember to take this one of a mooseface who hung above our heads at a restaurant where we ate Rocky Mountain Oysters and got the wrong wine and even though I tried not to make a big stink about it, I accidentally did, anyway:
Don't be fooled. This moose's face probably weighs more than William and I put together. Hope you weren't fooled.
Welp, bye.