If God has wanted us to be naked, we'd have been born that way.....

So, California is the land of granola eaters and hippies and hottubs, right. Right.
Today brought about another adventure, and another chance at something new. Whew. Am I glad THAT is over!
Rolf and Tess, my friends and hosts for the past several days, took me to a place called Little Hot Creek. It is a few miles up in the middle of nowhere, cow country, really, and the dirt road that got us there would be more than a match for any regular car. The Jeep we were in got us there with only a few loud scrapes and bumps.
“There” was a natural hot spring, water, full of minerals and heated by volcanic activity, and running from an aquifer somewhere, through a pipe into a man-made tub in the middle of a field. As we approached I saw a naked man run for a pile of clothing, donning a bathing suit in a matter of seconds. He returned to the tub as we approached, and explained that he had put the suit on as a courtesy, and expressed a little annoyance that sometimes families with children came there and he wasn’t taking any chances.
Rolf and Tess had been there before and told him that they had no problem with whatever he did and before I could bat an eye they were doffing their clothing, leaving you know who as the only one of the group with clothes still on. Ahem.
So, when in Rome…or California. I dropped trou and dashed into the water. The…very…HOT…water. Ahem.
I now know what happens physically when you boil eggs. Ahem.
Needless to say, shy boy here had no choice but to try not to stare, and I did a good job of it, I think. Our little trio was fairly modest in all aspects, but Mr Showoff, the fellow who was already there, had no compunctions about walking around with a bit of a swagger in his dagger, so to speak.
In actuality, it was a very cool experience. Not physically—the water was almost unbearably hot, but the freedom from clothing and being au naturel was surprisingly refreshing. I was the first to put my clothes back on and walked around the area taking pictures of the creek and the rocks. Then we had snacks that we had brought and left a little later. Before we departed, Rolf actually drained the tub of water and with a brush left there for the purpose, scrubbed a lot of the green slimy algae off the sides. The pipe has a valve that can be shut off to allow the water that is already there to cool a bit. There is also a drain pipe with a stopper. It is a very nice setup that seems to be maintained by those who use it. He refilled the tub and we left. If everyone chips in, something can function well for a long time, and so it was with the Little Hot Creek tub, in the middle of nowhere, where I got naked. Woody Guthrie wrote: California is a garden of Eden. Now I know what he meant. Pass the fig leaf….please??