Seven months after Harbin Hot Springs burned to the ground, the tight-knit community is wrestling with the blank slate on which to imagine a new home
Tucked away in its own canyon on Butts mountain, Harbin Hot Springs was bucolic and blissful, with shimmering dry air. Stressed-looking city folk in black sunglasses unloaded European cars in the parking lot of the famously clothing-optional resort, eager to strip down and loll in the hot pools, the cold pools, or on the shady lawn; or maybe to attend an unconditional dance class, or a Watsu massage (a Harbin original, administered while afloat in a pool).
There were painted cabins and arcaded, two-story hotel buildings, a gazebo and a swooping wooden temple, and everyone speaking quietly whispering, even.
But that was a while ago. Late last summer, after years of drought, three calamitous wildfires raced through the hilly forest and ranch lands of southern Lake County in California, two hours from San Francisco and just north of the Napa Valley. The blazes devoured 170,623 acres and 2,078 structures including the states preeminent new age spiritual re-charging spot. Harbins dozens of buildings burned to the ground.
Seven months later, Harbins owners, managers and former residents are now wrestling with their tabula rasa, their blank slate, on which to imagine and build a new home.
I was angry and as sad as I can stand to be in this lifetime, remembers the tough and acerbic poet and artist Julie Adams, a managing director at Harbin. But I already expressed my rage, and I didnt want to do that any more, so Im just building things now.
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