Sensory Overload
After namaste, I’m escorted straight to the spa. Have I spoiled myself too much by following yoga with a hot-stone massage
then a lunch of pecan-crusted fresh halibut? I ponder this in the 130-degree sauna made out of locally harvested cedar planks.
This is serious. I might have overdone it, and I have another day of the same. Could I be going soft? I break my vow of luxury,
leave the sauna, stagger down the lodge’s dock, toss my complimentary bathrobe aside, and plunge into the ice-cold water of
Tutka Bay. A true explorer must know his limits.
(Published March 2010)
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