Saratoga – home of Hobo Hot Mineral Springs

And – ‘where the trout leap in Main Street’. EM biked into Saratoga across the high plain. The North Platte runs, or meanders, through town such that they have a big island park and two main bridges to get across the river. 

Hobo Hot Springs was hades hot! Main pool – 109 degrees. Second pool – 113 degrees. Lobster Pot – 116 degrees. Yikes! Batman! All to hot for us. We went to the outlets on the Platte and settled into a much more reasonable 100 degrees with cooling water nearby. The distinct smell of brimstone made me yearn for home. If only my satanly father would call me home. (EM punches me every time I say that.)

Camped by the lake just outside of town and were treated to white pelicans, fishing and floating on the waters. After all those brown pelicans of the outer banks, it was odd to see snow white fisher-birds with black tipped wings.