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History and Impermanence | Maple Grove Hot Springs

Nothing lasts forever. What a relief. ⁠

⁠Taken in the '60s or so, this photo was handed down from our dear neighbors, the McGreggors. ⁠

⁠A calming reminder that most things come and go with time. It's just the way of life. Impermanence is part of the process. ⁠

⁠The good, the bad, the beautiful, all of it. ⁠

⁠Back then, the hills were more naked. The Water wilder. Structures of all types sprung up, then down, then up again. ⁠

⁠Once a Shoshone Winter camp, then a homestead, a whirlwind of generational hand-offs, and eventually a start-and-stop adventure of loving folks taking their stab at welcoming others up to enjoy what they had discovered. ⁠

⁠In the '70s, a man named Currie would float his hand-built wooden dory boat miles into the canyon to reach his home and off-grid hot springs paradise. ⁠

⁠He farmed, he festivaled, and he told entertaining stories of a life well-lived far beyond this rural Idaho outpost. ⁠

⁠Once, he would even fall into the source, burning his body nearly to death if it were not for his ability to crawl into a truck, drive miles, and find refuge in the McGreggor’s bathtub only to be found later on. ⁠

⁠He lived. Over time, his cabin, his creations, and even himself would move on. His wild garlic patch, however, would revisit us every Spring. ⁠

⁠Around here, we take history pretty seriously. And of all the lessons it teaches us, this is the most important we've found so far:

⁠Impermanence is not a choice, but making peace with it is. ⁠

⁠Cheers to the next 50 years of things coming, going, raising, falling, growing, and dying. ⁠

⁠But no more falling into the Source Pond, ok?⁠


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