Bishop Bay Hot Spring

It was still cold and rainy after the 23 mile run from Butedale to Bishop Bay.  Two other boats were on the dock when we tied up at 10:00.  Casey rafted with us to conserve dock space.  We had been told to expect heavy use.  A short boardwalk ran under dripping trees from the top of the dock to the spring.  How shall we do this?  I could think of three options - swim suit under clothes and towel, swim suit and towel or just a towel.  Awkward to simple.  Naturally, we chose awkward – some didn’t.  The hot spring was delightful. 

The enclosed part was for soaking.  The spill from it went into an outer pool used for bathing.  During our two day stay, we enjoyed both.  So did fishing crews. They would usually arrive late in the day, go for a soak and head out.  The first day was soup weather.  Penny prepared soup and Casey toasted ham and cheese sandwiches.  Add a beer or a glass of wine.  If that doesn’t ensure a good nap, twenty minutes in the hot spring will guarantee one. 

The other two long-term boats each had a couple on board.  It got so that if one couple went for a soak no one else would.  Casey was so considerate, after a few trips alone, we had to actually invite him to go with us.