Red Mountain was so much easier than I thought it would be.
Then we picked some mountain wildflowers.
The descent lowers you down into Ouray (pronounced “you’re ray”).
There’s only so much you can do in a tourist town, so we headed on. We stopped to eat lunch at a river, these mountain rivers are still a novelty.
Right near Ouray is Orvis Hot Springs. Everyone and their mother told us to stop at Orvis. It used to be Ute Indian land, as most of Colorado and Utah used to be. The last Ute chief was named Ouray, despite the fact that he was half Apache and appointed to be Chief by the U.S. Government. This made “treaties” with the Utes a lot easier to pass through. The Utes thought that these hot springs were spiritually healing and wanted to keep them and the rich farmland surrounding them. Well surprise, white settlers broke every treaty and pushed the Utes out, cornering them in two reservations in SW Colorado and NE Utah. The end.
Now, the rich farmland is used for pasturing cows and the hot springs are privately owned. The hot water is diverted into different pools of varying temperatures, so you can soak in a big warm pool or a ridiculously hot “lobster pot.” There are also saunas and cold showers and cool pools so you can really experience some radical temperature differences, which is supposed to be great for your body.
Did I mention that it was clothing optional? It was clothing optional. Unfortunately (fortunately?), there were no electronics allowed back in the springs so I can’t show you pictures of any of the pools or landscaping. Or naked people.
We were planning on camping at Orvis but it was a Friday night and we didn’t have reservations and all the camp spots were booked. So we soaked for a few hours till it was dangerously close to sundown, then headed to the Uncompahgre National Forest to find a campsite.