It took me roughly two and a half minuets to get over my shock. Go to a hot spring? Be naked? In front of these people I only met this week? Ummm....o.k.
The high desert of Eastern Oregon was my new found love. Beyond the endless sky that stretched out like new cool sheets, I found the smell intoxicating. There was the clean and slightly sweet smell of the Big Sage and the pervasive scent of warm dust.
Below us was one of the lakes. The birds were quiet in the dark of night, but the coyotes were singing off key from the other side of the lake. Behind us, somewhere in the darkness, was the rock cliffs with their sleeping snakes and petroglyphs.
Modesty lost its battle when a survival instinct kicked in. No time to loose, we shucked off our clothes and got into the hot spring before the mosquitoes could take more than a pint. The bottom of the pool was muddy, but the water was hot. The sulphur smell erased all there was before it and I sunk my toes into the muck.
The stars of the Milky Way so clear and endless over our heads would tell me nothing about what the future held for me now that I had had my first dip in a hot spring. If they had told me, would I have believed them? No matter. There I was- crazy in love.