Burt’s hot spring itch has taken us to some sketchy places in remote corners of the world. Moisture, decay, mold, mildew. Those are not my favorite words for a warm spring. Yet so many warm spring resorts are nothing but slippery pots of smelly water. I was less than enthusiastic about driving several hours into the desert to check what looked in the hot springs guide book little more than a preppers hidey hole. But Burt. This one was a big win for him. Chinati Hot Springs defies all previous personal experiences and sets the bar for a wilderness and comfort and fun. Chinati is hands down the nicest hot spring I have ever been. This oasis of warm water is remote but the current management has not used that as an excuse for ramshackle infrastructure or untidy accommodations. It’s spotless and still funky. A drive to the Chinati Hot Springs is worth your time and money. I say this and I don’t even enjoy soaking for more than ten minutes.
This place has been a resting stop for hundereds of years. Native Americans, Spaniards, Mexicans, world travelers all have found rejuvenation in its warm water. For a while it was owned by the artist Donald Judd and the public was barred from enjoying its riches. Judd died a couple of decades ago and the spring is back open for all. More on Donald Judd in the Marfa post. If you go, get a room or camp, and cook for yourself in the spacious, spotless and view-licious group kitchen. Say hi to the friendliest gray tabby cat I have ever met. I so wanted to steal him.