Hot Springs

So up Spanish Fork Canyon there lies a hot springs. And once upon a time, I went with three of my friends in a pimped-out '88 Honda Civic (mm-hmm). There was snow on the road, causing our car to get stuck. The trail was icy and slippery. I fell three times. The water was warm. We sat in the spring until it got dark. We hiked down in the dark and I fell three more times. We discovered that when walking downhill in ice, the best thing to do is run. All the problems come with trying to stop on the ice. Alison said I smelled like sulphur when I got home. I always go to these places hoping to see some girls at least my age, but it always turns out to be naked old men. The end.