Our eldest child Laura in town on holiday break from school at Washington State University seems a good reason to soak in our favorite hot spring, Kirkham, especially since Laura has never been there.
With the campground gate closed for winter it’s about 100 yards from parking to the hot springs. Flip-flops and 26°F can make it seem a tad farther. Brenna has had her pink bag packed with hot spring supplies since we told her we’d go a couple weeks ago.
Kirkham Hot Springs have attracted Boiseans for a century.¹ We like it because it’s more than a soak. The kids can play for hours in the pools and falls.
Box wine and mermaids are a couple of our hot spring staples.
We tried to get Kayla along to complete the sister trio but since declining to exit the car for a Hulls Gulch walk on February 19, 2007,¹ she hasn’t participated in our family outings. So be careful bringing your kids to Hulls Gulch, I think.
Brenna came to the river’s edge with me but wouldn’t wade in. She’s smart. So I put slush on her back when she wasn’t looking. She retaliated with sand. We formed a truce and put slush on mom’s head to the delight of almost everyone.
The sun was setting as we climbed into the mountains from the Payette. Ridgeline snow reflecting pink clouds was a fond reminder of the last time Jessica and I motorcycled this way.¹ A sliver moon did little to abate the ensuing darkness and the car fell quiet as I threaded us through the thick night.