Every year, Mary Ann and I pack our swimming suits and head west to the Calistoga Spa, located in the caldera of an ancient volcano. The mineral pools are the best I’ve ever had the pleasure of soaking my bones in, and Calistoga is a beautiful and friendly little town. I can’t wait to go back…
The pool opens at 8am. I’m in it at 8:01am.
The contented couple contemplate parboiling themselves in the mineral stew.
Mary Ann, schuckin’ fresh peas for Easter dinner.
Meanwhile, the alpha male hunter cooks up the day’s catch from the grocery store.
Looks very inviting Bob, however I did note an omission in your report, perhaps because you’re trying to keep this a family oriented blog. I missed mention, nay, extended discussion of the ethanol based libations which undoubtedly would accompany such a repast. Will there be a PG-rated addendum to complete your report?
We did have a bottle of Beringer’s Cab with dinner, but we generally avoid the winery scene. Contrary to popular belief, the faucets here are not labeled red and white rather than hot and cold. (We did run into Jesus in the park on Sunday after he got out of church. These days he gets more requests to change wine into water.)
Our youngest daughter and her new husband honeymooned at the Calistoga Spa after being married on the Mendocino Coast in 2007. They spend three days at the Spa before returning to San Francisco.