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Friday, April 03, 2009 Are Residents of Thermopolis Called Thermopolians? I just got back from a quick jaunt over the Bighorns to the little town of Thermopolis, WY, home of the largest mineral hot springs in the world. (So they claim--I'm trying to figure out how they claim that.) I left yesterday with Elizabeth for the Wyoming Planning Association conference, figuring that I could catch a session if needed and veg in the mineral springs the remaining time. I do believe I spent most of my time in the springs, though. It was worth it. Thermopolis is actually a quaint little town, with free spring access in Hot Springs State Park and local hotels pumping in the mineral water in private mineral soaking tubs. It was lovely to soak in the springs yesterday afternoon, feeling the breeze blowing and watching the river float past. It was also lovely to soak after dinner, feeling the chill in the air as the snow began to fall. This morning, I wandered over to Main Street Thermopolis to get a cup of coffee and to check out their Main Street. Apparently, the best business to be in downtown is antiques--there were so many antique shops! I found a great little winter coat and two vintage handbags at one store, but they only took cash, so it was not meant to be. I also found a great antique store with vintage furniture--reminiscent of Bill's Other Yard Sale in H-town, with great vintage pieces at fantabulous prices. I saw a vintage 50's style dining table with 6 chairs for $50. Thank god I walked, or my wagon would have been loaded up with bargains. Another day, though. All in all, I had a great time. Liz's conference ended 3 hours early because of the weather--it was snowing pretty heavily. I didn't get to spend my afternoon soaking as planned, but we made it home safe and sound, no getting stuck anywhere. And we had an awesome buffalo burger in this little blip on the map called Kirby, WY, a former mining town, and future home to the stills of Wyoming Whiskey. We had heard rumors of great burgers, but this one beat my expectations--it was as big as my head, cooked perfectly medium with plenty of pickles and ketchup and a delicious soft bun. The fries were amazing--cut fresh and fried perfectly. We got to talk to the owner of the restaurant and he brought out pictures of the town in its heyday. And he gave Liz and I each a free shot glass for stopping in. We got to see the old town jail from 1915, the old general store from 1919, and the old grain mill that will become the stills for Wyoming Whiskey. It was a pretty neat little trip, and only about 150 miles away (but about a 3 hour drive--we have to go to the southeast side of the Bighorns, then cross the mountains, then drive west to Thermopolis--yes, I live in a place where most towns have only one way in, and that's not always the direct route). I'm definitely looking forward to spending more time there. Check it out online at www.thermopolis.com. (I really do have to go back--I forgot to grab my camera for pictures from our adventure. Darn--guess we have to do it again!) posted by jaime | 9:32 PM 0 comments |
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