Nevada Hot Springs

From Nevada ghost towns to far-reaching mountain peaks, personality-packed backroads bars to seriously dark skies, and everlasting friendships with Nevadans who’ve protected their intersection of the Sagebrush State for generations, there’s always that one thing that keeps calling you back out into the desert. For me, it’s always been about Nevada hot springs. 

Then again, it’s the sort of extracurricular that’s easy to obsess over in a place like Nevada, whose 300+ wild soaks means that big ol’ big empty beholds more hot springs than any place else. Sometimes that means spending the entire day driving from border to border, only to roll into an unsoakable muddy field at sunset. On the other hand, you might just arrive upon the most beautifully maintained stone-masoned tub that’s been cared for by its guardians for generations. But like most things out on the Nevada frontier, it’s worth throwing the dice if it means paradise found.

From Nevada’s rippling hot spring resort histories, to hundreds of wild the-thrill’s-in-the-adventure soaks, and public lands and hot springs etiquette, I couldn’t come up with a better way to celebrate this unshakable love, me and Nevada hot springs, than a hot spring-inspired Royston turquoise ring made out in the alkali. “Go where the alkali is”, at least that’s where all the bright spots in the old memory book linger for me anyway.