After my hike in big sur and my most enjoyable time watching the largest rookery of elephant seals during their early spring mating and birthing season. Hundreds of squaking, talking, yelling, hooping and hollering Seals I thought I was walking up on a party and it was a seal party. They wiggle and jiggle across the sand. Napping along the way, nursing pups and wresting males.
Sun has set and I need to quickly find a place for the night and a realize I’m also in hot spring country!!! Franklin Springs about 45 minutes away seemed like just the ticket. Up and over the canyon roads I remember from this area. Through a brand spanking new town to a eccentric old school hippie hot mineral spring!
The second night around the fire is when you learn the real story, or the story told as real.
Third generation still owns the land grand pa bought to try to find oil, he found hot water instead. He was 70. He was old, arthritic, grouchy and miserable till the day he fell in the water.
Next day he stated building a pool to contain the water from the gushing geyser. The pool was built to let the water spill off into what is now a large pond big enough for skis. There is also talk of relation to Ben Franklin and any other Franklin before the fire ends. Before long after the completion of the hot tubs and pool, people come from all around to soak in the magic mineral hot spring that cured cranking old Mr Franklin.