Warm Springs River

Not looking very warm. The air temperature was 6 degrees, last Sunday morning. We decided to skip swimming in the hot springs pool, even though admission was included in Kah-nee-ta resort’s “Fall dinner package”. Ice freezing on hair and eyelashes, even if the pool is gloriously hot, is no longer my idea of fun. We used to make a winter trip to swim when the children were little, but after this river flooded in 1996, the Village and pool were “improved” and some of the magic was lost, for me. Adding a water-slide with an extra fee created noise and haves/have-nots, and distracted the kids from making up their own games in the main swimming pool.

Still, this photo of the river reminds me of the time we stayed at the Neesha Cottage with Steve’s parents, and Grandpa Ed helped me catch a trout which Grandma Emily then cooked to perfection. That may be the only time I have ever caught and eaten a fish, and it remains a treasured memory.