Erin Fillmore: Hot Spring Specialist.
I have researched every hot spring in Utah known to man within the last week or so. One day Mitchell and I will trek down to Spanish Fork to visit the mother load of all springs
The Fifth Water Springs
But for now Mitchell and I had to settle for the hot springs in Ogden. How the heck did we live in Ogden for an entire year and never know about this? Such a shame.
What better way to spend your Thanksgiving morning than soaking in a poor mans hot tub? I don’t think there is a better way.
I’ll admit, I was kinda sorta maybe nervous to embrace this murky hot abyss when it came right down to it. Visions of dead animal carcasses, bacteria and poop filled my head … but when you are standing in single digit weather with a slight breeze… you don’t care. You just want in.
I don’t think it would pass the white glove test … but it was surprisingly clean.
It was a balmy 12 degrees as we headed out on our hot tub adventure. The whole hot spring mist thing mixed with hair and icelandic type weather made for frozen/crunchy hair.
Now getting out of the spring and into dry clothing again was a entirely new adventure/challenge.
I must say, our first encounter with a hot spring was rather delightful. Mitchell and I will be back for more.