Leaving Highline Lake, we returned to I-70 (less than ten minutes away) and drove into Utah, stopping in Green River to sample their famous melons. This must not have been a banner year for melons; the ones we selected were not only more expensive than we remember, but did not even measure up to grocery store products. It was disappointing.
We were told about Mystic Hot Springs in Monroe (near Richfield) by a friend in Nederland. “It’s a bit funky and it’s a favorite of bands when they are on the road. They all stop there. It’s close to the interstate,” said Eric. “Say ‘Hello’ to Mystic Bob for me if you stop.”
[We’d love to hear from any band or group that makes it a point to spend time at Mystic Hot Springs while they’re on tour. Our email address is on our website. Serious responses only.]
Eric’s description was a bit understated: it is old and funky in a ‘60s sort of way. The hot tubs were scattered along the hillside overlooking the “RV Park” which we shared with a scattering of derelict school buses, some permanent trailers, a half dozen semi-permanent campers, and some trailers abandoned over the years. We were the only overnighters. Mysic Bob was welcoming and affable, and the soaking tubs were clean. That’s the best we can say. The $20/person tariff for camping (including unlimited trips up the hillside) is pricey to say the least. We “took the waters” several times that evening and the following morning. We also cranked up the air conditioner in the RV until after sundown, and kept to ourselves. There’s not much in Monroe, but Bella and Lucy enjoyed several tours of our area of town.
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