tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247715257254907598.post6244703035991898003..comments2024-03-26T03:25:12.318-07:00Comments on My Traveling Shoes Are High Heels: Kinley, Knox, and I Take the Waters: National Park Odyssey Day 2boyd2http://www.blogger.com/profile/17264332734735593852noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247715257254907598.post-73880176941960712882017-07-25T20:59:45.008-07:002017-07-25T20:59:45.008-07:00Wow! I would have had no idea what to expect at a...Wow! I would have had no idea what to expect at a mud bath, but I certainly wouldn't have expected that!boyd2https://www.blogger.com/profile/17264332734735593852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247715257254907598.post-37693725424894457502017-07-23T22:17:22.660-07:002017-07-23T22:17:22.660-07:00I have been wanting to keep up with your journey t...I have been wanting to keep up with your journey the whole time, but haven't been able to, so now I'm reading everything! This reminds me of an experience my mom and I had one. She took me to an area near the Russian River for my 19th birthday, we were going for mud baths. We had visions of sitting, immersed in mud, with rose petals on our eyes. Instead, we ended up in a huge room with slatted floors, two body tents, on the farthest walls from one another, and a bucket of mud in the middle of the room, on a stool. We were meant to strip down naked, paint one another with the mud, then climb into the steam tents to lie down, with our heads sticking out at the tops. That's what therapists are for! Timbrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03637162293158109066noreply@blogger.com