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3 In A King and A Super Hot Soak! Day 4 Part One.

28 Jul

Yes I know. This is late. Really late…and it’s¬†only Part One. Live blogging has it’s challenges..such as internet access and hangover recovery and long bout’s of driving. These things all factored into the delay this time. We are just full of excuses aren’t we? ūüôā Moving on…cuz’ the good news is… The first half of Day 4 is here now and the second half will be up tomorrow and then Day 5 is coming and VEGAS¬†– can you say undercover sting operation¬†with the¬†Las Vegas¬†Police Department! Seriously. ¬†I can make no¬†promises about attempting to keep this short.. It’s going to be a long one-¬†to much¬†good stuff to share – so pour yourself a¬†glass of¬†something and prepare for a¬†stiff read! LOL

After a restful night – kind of – no not really at all –¬†can three people sleeping¬† in¬†one King bed¬†that have¬†been drinking¬†really sleep soundly?¬†Nope.¬†¬†After trying to sleep…let me paint the picture for you… Angie squished in the middle (she’s the stillest) and Melanie and I each taking a side..we proceeded to all toss and turn and flip and flop from about 4 until 10. One slight little movement in such close proximity..everyone’s¬†up..we finally just decided – if one of us woke up – we would all use that as an opportunity to shift position. Very funny. And don’t get me started on how hot it was. One leg out of the covers..one leg in..upper half no covers..all covered up.¬† Back and forth. So we crawled out of bed after attempting to sleep around 11am. Quick pack and shower and we were out of the Monte Carlo AKA Roger Rabbit suite. The pics say it all. Giant yellow stripes, red¬†& black curtains, blue chair-¬†you get it.

Melanie had to be at the airport by noon…so we were on a mission. One of the greatest things about the nav system in the 335diesel¬†is that it adjusts your designated route minute by minute depending on the live traffic updates it receives via satellite. I have to do nothing..the sweet little voice in my car simply says – “Your route has been updated” LOVE THIS FEATURE. So needless to say – we made it to the airport on time and did not sit in any traffic. We did however reroute through what we thought was the projects in Denver. Always nice to see all sides of a city.

As soon as we dropped Melanie off we missed her. We considered kidnapping her and forcing her to road trip back with us but we didn’t have room for her and her luggage. We just had to bring all that dang crap. Darn it. As you will notice in the photo above Angie is wearing another one of her now infamous $9.99 Target dresses. Green in honor of Denver and the Rocky Mountains that¬†we still¬†had to drive over. Back to the road. Breakfast this morning consisted of sunflower seeds – Angie hates them but has now taken up eating them daily. The road calls for extreme measures. We also each had one of Holly’s cookies. Breakfast of champions.

We had¬† a big day ahead of us. A lot of miles to cover and I was not looking forward to a single one. There are approximately 773.07¬†miles between Denver International Airport and Viva Las Vegas. Under normal circumstances I love the road trip and all the miles…however I was not feeling so well today. I really didn’t drink that much..but between the altitude, lack of sleep and lack of food the night/day before.. I was hurtin’. Angie wasn’t in much better shape. We set the nav and headed west.

Todays main objective was specifically to cover miles..but what kind of road trip would it be without a few stops? Even if we¬†do have¬†mean headaches, are¬†pressed for time and on a mission.¬†In hindsight we probably should not of planned our longest driving day the morning after ‘Party Like A Rock Star’ was on our agenda. We¬†had a room booked at the Hard Rock in Las Vegas¬†starting Thursday¬†night…so technically we had about 30 hours to get there…that does¬†¬†leave plenty of room for a few little side adventures…

First spontaneous¬†stop..¬† Indian Springs Resort.¬† As we were driving through Idaho Springs I recalled hearing that there were great Hot Springs somewhere¬†in the area. A quick stop at the nearby Starbucks…free wife, 5 minutes on the google and voila! ¬†¬†We were only about a mile away. What sounds better than soaking in all natural hot springs when hung over? Nada. Indian Springs Resort was a ‘groovy’ place. Very rustic. Very Hippy. The Geo-Thermal soaking caves were originally mines that were later converted into tubs. They had a mineral pool, private soaking indoor tubs, soaking caves and outdoor soaking jacuzzi’s..all filled with naturally hot mineral water. Angie was¬†freaked out by the caves.¬† It was dark and really hot and kind of smelly – in her defense and I¬†was way to¬†‘headachey’ to attempt to talk her into it.¬†Then we saw a snake slither by as we were touring the outdoor tubs¬†and it was over. As we stepped off the red wood deck she said to me – “Eden – stop moving. Stand still. Stay calm. Don’t freak out.¬† There’s a snake” None of those words made me calm and not want to freak out. We were heading out – off to the next option. Detoxification through sweat and soaking would have to wait.¬†

Angie saying¬†“Hell no – It’s way to hottt!”

SNAKE! I swear it looks smaller than it was.

About 2 hours further west on Interstate 70 the Yampah Vapor¬†Caves¬†were calling our names. North America’s only all natural underground hot mineral water steam baths¬† are located in the¬†little town of Glenwood Springs Colorado. Same place coincidentally we had¬†found great lodging¬†(America’s Best Value Inn Day 2¬†with the kick butt pillow top mattresses) on our way to Red Rocks.¬† Hot mineral waters flow through the cave floors at 125 degrees F. to create¬†their¬†natural geothermal steam baths… cave temperatures average 110 -112 degrees F. It is freaking hot.¬†

¬†Your only allowed to stay down in the caves for 10-12 minutes at a time. You are instantly dripping sweat…there is access to cold water through a shower and hose located within the caves.¬† Large buckets/tubs are laying around¬†that people were filling and soaking their feet in while leaning back on large marble slabs. It felt great. It was really hot. Angie started panicking as soon as we headed down the stairs into the caves. She hung out by the entrance and remarked how sweaty I was every time I came to check on her ūüôā . She agreed to come into the caves only if I would have the cold shower running for her so she could aim for it upon her venture in. She ran straight¬†for it¬†– rinsed in cold quickly and ran straight out.¬† Again-¬†It was really hot. REALLY REALLY¬†HOT. Manager was great¬† – as were the staff.¬† A+ experience.




Have we established it was hot? ūüôā After the caves most people head into the solarium to cool off and then back into the caves…not us. We had arranged for a private soak in a tub filled with – yep you guessed it – REALLY¬†HOT mineral spring water.

The private tub soak¬†would be great for a ‘romantic’ little get away if your ever in the area with your special someone.. They had candles lit, a little tray all set up with ice-cold water and wash clothes¬†soaking in ice chips. Wait. Sweating profusely isn’t so sexy. So maybe not. Cancel romantic soak and fill in with hangover recovery instead ūüôā Ha Ha. I think¬†every drop of alcohol had sweated out of me by this point. Drinking 600 glasses of ice water probably helped as well.¬† I suppose the¬†Yampah Caves and Mineral Baths are great for both…Romance and recovery.¬† Eden… Angela…Eden…Angela…- what is that¬†we hear?¬†Oh yes..the sound of the road calling our names – and food. Yes we must have food. Cookies and seeds..not so good anymore.¬†

TO BE CONTINUED… ūüôā Chomp’s Delicatessen, lightning storms (we’ve got video)¬†and the worst rain either of us have ever experienced –¬†ever ever ever. I mean it was sideways people. ¬†How is that possible?


Eden and Angela