A couple of weeks ago I went to a secret hot-spring with my friend Alyssa and her friend Miloh, and we all had a great time there. The hot-spring is located not far from San Francisco, at the bottom of a cliff near the ocean. In fact the spring is under sea water most of the time, and it can be used only a few days each month when the tide is very low. We arrived there after sunset, and hiked down the dangerous trail at night. All the conditions were excellent. There were relatily few people in the hot pool (much less than on this photo) maybe less than a dozen, so we had ample room, there was a full moon, excellent weather, not too cold, a calm sea, and the sulfur-smelling spring water was ideal temperature, like a warm bath. So we all got naked and slide in the rocky pool. Alyssa was a "virgin", she had never been in a hot-spring before, and she liked it a lot. We explored the back of the pool, an area in a small and complely dark cave that can be reached by sliding through a narrow passage in the water. After soaking for a while and performing a relaxing "Aum" with everyone, Alyssa, Miloh and I decided to hike a bit on the wet sand along the coast, naked under the full moon, towards a large beach nearby. It was one of those unforgettable moments, so beautiful and rare. We found a few other pools of warm water in the wet sand, from other small hot-springs in the vincinity of the main one. When stepping in one of those pools we found quick sand! That was scary! We then hiked back to the hot-spring, but the tide had gone up so we had to waddle a bit into freezing cold ocean water on our way back. It was a bit hard to find our way back to the spring among all those enormous dark rocks that all look alike. Getting back into the warm pool was so nice. We stayed there a bit, sipping the Chartreuse liquor that I brought and Alyssa got a foot massage (actually, several) from a guy called Scott who also asked her several times if she would consider marrying him and giving him a child, which she politely declined. We chatted with the other folks in the pool, like this older guy called grey wolf, all very nice people. Then the ocean surf started to crash close from the hot pool, so we dressed-up, hiked up the steep trail and headed back to the city while a few people were still enjoying the last few minutes of hot water before the spring got swallowed by the ocean again. Only the next day we noticed all the cuts, scratches and bruises that we got from the slippery and scratchy rocks. That was an unforgettable night, and the best time I had in this hot-spring, since I'd been there a couple of times before.