Just about 10 years ago I became absolutely fixated with chasing down every last natural hot spring I could find. I spent every spare second I could scouring the atlas, burying myself in satellite images, tracking down old out-of-circulation geothermal books, and sometimes even chasing down a soak by matching up mountain ranges with historical photos. It was all I thought about, and the only way I spent my weekends.
Then again, it’s the sort of extracurricular that’s easy to obsess over in a place like Nevada, whose 300+ wild soaks means that big ol’ big empty beholds more hot springs than any place else. Sometimes that means spending the entire day driving from border to border, only to roll into an unsoakable muddy field at sunset. On the other hand, you might just arrive upon the most beautifully maintained stone-masoned tub that’s been cared for by its guardians for generations. But like most things out on the Nevada frontier, it’s worth throwing the dice if it means paradise found.
From Nevada’s rippling hot spring resort histories, to hundreds of wild the-thrill’s-in-the-adventure soaks, and public lands and hot springs etiquette, I couldn’t come up with a better way to celebrate this unshakable love, me and Nevada hot springs, than a hot spring-inspired Royston turquoise ring made out in the alkali. "Go where the alkali is", at least that’s where all the bright spots in the old memory book linger for me anyway.
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