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Come morning we packed our stuff and got some cryptic sounding directions to a nearby natural hotsprings. "Turn right at the green church, follow the dirt roads, you'll find it."

And find it we did.

The locals call it The
Hottub, it's just the right temperature or maybe a little on
the hot side, and is apparently guarded by that humungous german
shepherd on the right. He ran to us with menacingly bright eyes
while his owner lazily shouted from the tub "Friend! Friend!"
and the dog seemed to be ignoring him as he came up for a rowdy
sniff. He was a great dog though, and his owners were great too.
As we met more and more locals out in the proverbial middle of nowhere,
and everyone was so nice, we started to think about the myth of
the Dangerous Stranger. It seems we're always reading and hearing
about various Dangerous Strangers doing awful things, and it keeps
everyone on their toes and on the lookout, but we realized neither
of us had ever met a stranger who really qualified as dangerous,
at least out of a city. I'm not sure if it has something to do with
soaking in natural hot water and minerals, but we were pretty convinced
the media culture is for some reason pitting everyone against each
other to keep the consumer machine moving. Hmm...
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