HOT POTS.

Both Nova, my '98 Land Rover and Boo, my dog were happy to run 10 miles down this dirt road, drenched in mud. Libby (pictured below) held her breath on the sketchy path to Granite hot springs. 

Libby led me to the hidden pool just below the Granite water falls. Its steam gave it away on the cool, Fall afternoon. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry (it was so cold) while crossing Granite Creek, the only thing standing between us and our perfect 'hot pot'.  Next trip: pack waders.   

Toss the clothes, the pic-nic, and the towels on a rock. Slip on in.

Happy place.

Smooth rocks, restorative algae, and reflecting pools spike the senses. Lay back, crack your beer, and let the crashing of the falls fill your ears.

The dirt road (Grassy Lake Road north of Flagg Ranch in Yellowstone) only takes you so far in route to the Polecat hot springs. Here, Greg leads me north along Polecat Creek through these golden, boggy fields.  I felt right at home with the wild cattails, the pine forests, and snow blankets. 

If you're lucky enough to spend an afternoon in grizzly country, you're lucky enough.  We went over 'bear safety' on the way up. Spray 'em, don't slay 'em. 

I soak in the middle of the three tapering pools sitting along Polecat Creek. We saw the sun set and dozens more steamy hot pots on our hike out. Next trip: more daylight and 'hot pot hop'. (Photo Greg von Doersten)