Hope

I’m writing this on nearly the shortest and darkest day of the year. I’m at the hippy-dippy Orr Hot Springs with my friends Jon and Kathy. We’re “hot springs sluts.” We’ve traveled together around the world, experiencing the best Mother Earth has to offer in the form of her thermal veins. On the drive from San Francisco with Kathy, we almost exclusively spoke about hot springs for the two-and-a-half-hour trip. Kathy and I have been lucky enough to be partners of the Kabuki Springs & Spa for the past quarter century, so this isn’t just a passion; it’s a vocation.