After two wonderful weeks in autumn-kissed
The meeting lasted for three days and contained some excellent CME (continuing medical education) lectures. There was great variety in the topics, and most of the speakers were dynamic and involving. About 80 PAs from around the state, and a few from other states, attended.
Dutch flew in to
The water comes from the earth at approximately 146 degrees. It has a moderately strong smell of sulphur to it, which is more “medicinal” than unpleasant. The resort has a large indoor facility with an Olympic-sized swimming pool and several whirlpool spas containing water from the springs which has been chlorinated, and a large outdoor lake in which the waters are untreated. That was by far my favorite.
The resort is open year round, despite winter temperatures that can go as low as sixty degrees below zero. Being early in the fall, it was only in the low 20s this past weekend, which made a delicious contrast between air and water. The walk from the pool house to the
The season’s first significant snowfall occurred while we were there. The walk from the bath house to the lake, barefoot through the snow, added extra charm to the first moment of submersion in the hot waters. The resort lies in a bowl of surrounding mountains, and the dusting of snow on the evergreen forest all around us was truly beautiful. Lying in the waters and gazing out at it was incredibly relaxing. I could feel stress and physical tightness leaking out of my body. The waters of the spring are very soft and feel lovely on the skin. And there is something so elementally comforting and nourishing about being warmed by the heart of the planet.
At 64 degrees north latitude, this was the farthest north that either Dutch or I had been. I really hoped we would be treated to a display of the aurora borealis; I so want to watch those lights dance across the sky while sitting in the restorative waters of the hot springs. But it just didn't happen. I'll choose to interpret that as meaning I have to try again.
One of our intentions for the weekend was to visit our friend, Iditarod musher Aliy Zirkle. She and her husband Allen Moore (also an Iditarod musher) live with their dogs just off the
The weekend passed all too quickly, and Sunday morning we were up early to make the drive back to
My apologies for the delay in posting this. We arrived home Sunday night to no internet service; it has just been restored today. How did I manage my life before internet? It is hard to remember.
Photos by Dutch and The Tundra PA