I visited an Indian reservation in Nevada.
In this isolated wilderness, there was a hot spring that was as beautiful as a jewel.
Duckwater Shoshone Tribe of the Duckwater Reservation
Even if you've lived in the U.S. for a long time, it's not every day that you get the chance to visit an area that is owned by an indigenous tribe.
However, if you are a hot spring enthusiast, it's a different story.
I'm not sure what the truth is, but I feel that there is a connection between hot springs and the distribution of Indian reservations.
Most of the hot springs in the U.S. have had a history of use by American Indians, and if such places were worthless to whites, they would have been assigned directly to reservations, which they are now.
The Duckwater Reservation was also in the middle of nowhere, reached after a four-hour drive through the wilderness from Las Vegas.
Big Warm Spring
The area around the hot springs was unpaved, but the road surface was in good condition
At the entrance, there was a sign stating that the hot spring was sacred and may be used freely.
Some of the hot springs on the reservations are off-limits to non-tribal visitors, so I appreciated this place for that.
Hot springs that spring up alone in the wilderness often maintain their own unique ecosystems.
The endangered Railroad Valley Springfish, a fish found only in this place in the world, was said to live here.
There were three picnic tables with BBQ grills.
There are three picnic tables with barbeque grills.
There was a wooden deck spread out facing the hot spring.
There were two springs in this area, this is the larger one called Big Warm Spring.
There was a staircase with a handrail leading to the water.
The depth of the water was about the chest level of an adult.
At one point, there was a deep hole in the bottom from which warm water was gushing out.
The amount of the water gushing out of the hole was so large that it created ripples on the surface of the water, which kept the pond clean.
The colorless, clear, tasteless, and odorless water looked divine blue in the light.
The warm water flowed out through a channel between the reeds.
There was another wooden deck in the middle of the waterway.
I wondered if it was a place to observe fish.
The waterway continued close to the village, where it formed a stepped waterfall made of calcareous deposits.
The water temp was a lukewarm 91 degrees F.
It was a chilly day, but I was drawn in by the jewel-like beauty of the scene.
The rules for clothing are not certain, but it is wise to refrain from conspicuous behavior as any action in this place will be judged by tribal law.
Little Warm Spring
Another spring, Little Warm Spring, is also within walking distance.
The gate was closed, but you can freely use it here as well, paying respect to the sacred hot spring.
Nevertheless, it was quite a wild state.
The water temp was about the same, but the algae growth was significant, so for soaking purposes, the Big Warm Spring would be sufficient.