On Tuesday, after a long day of vaulting and plastering, we went on a field trip to the little town of Ruidosa and a nearby "resort," Chinati Hot Springs. That is, Chinati Hot Springs is fairly near to Ruidosa, but neither Ruidosa nor Chinati Hot Springs is near anything else. It took about an hour and a half to drive from Presidio to the tiny hamlet of Ruidosa.
There was an adobe church there that we wanted to look at. It is being restored, slowly.
The view toward the mountains from inside is very beautiful. Too bad it will get closed off when the church is fully restored.
He also has an art installation along his fence, made out of doll body parts. It's a little scary.
Undeterred, we continued on to the Chinati Hot Springs. This is a very laid-back, affordable, family-style "resort" built around some ancient hot springs. A volcano erupted here 35 million years ago, and caused some unique geology that pushes very hot water to the surface here. You can stay in one of the rooms here, you can camp at one of the sites, or you can be day-users like we were that day.
On the day we were there, though, the air was so cold that the big public tub was just lukewarm. Usually it's so hot that you have to get out once in a while to cool off. But we couldn't stand to get out at all.
Fortunately, there was beer. And GOOD beer! Notice Tom's choice of beers. Milwaukee's Best is the official beer of Brangus Lane, and of this blog, then, of course.
Eventually we had to get out. It was freeze-assing cold. I ran up to the bathroom, changed into dry clothes, went and got the car, turned the heater on full blast, and brought it tub-side so that the sissies in the tub could stand to get out and run to the warm car. There, they quickly peeled off their wet clothes, trying not to ogle each other too much.
According to an article in The Big Bend Sentinel, the hot springs are for sale, and there's some concern that a private buyer might close it to the public. But people who have done this in the past have been cursed. For example, Donald Judd bought it in 1991 and closed it to the public. He died in 1994. Just sayin'.
All this can be yours for $1.2 million. The owner wants to sell it to somebody who will "take it to the next level." But as Dave Sines, the caretaker of the springs says, "There is no next level."
We had our supper in the nice group kitchen, with some other spring break enthusiasts.
The stars at night
Are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas.