The long wintry drive from Jackson, Wyoming to southern Utah was before me
on the last day of 2022. Snow, rain, and the occasional moment of sun were all on display over the seven hour journey.
When I get to Mystic Hot Springs, the rain starts to fall again, ever so lightly. My pioneer wagon was at the beginning of the lot, and I step over a puddle and enter my sleeping quarters for the night.
I’m too tired to go for a soak. I wander around and smile at the old buses, wagons, and God knows what else that this place has turned into a makeshift bed for weary travelers.
I play some music, and read the writing on the inside walls of my pioneer wagon left by former wanderers. I get inspired to leave my own little note in the morning, the first day of 2023.
