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Ancient Waters

A quiet escape into Idaho’s high desert where mineral springs and silence offer unexpected restoration

Article by Renee Van Ausdle

Photography by Provided

Originally published in Meridian Lifestyle

I made the two-hour drive from Boise to Buhl, not entirely sure what to expect from a place called Miracle. Sometimes though, the best kind of getaway is the quiet kind—the kind that sneaks up on you, warms your bones, and slows time just enough to remember how it feels to simply be.

Miracle Hot Springs has been a part of this high desert landscape since 1959, when Dean Olsen opened six modest bathhouses on the edge of the Snake River Canyon. Over time, the site expanded into a larger soaking destination—now home to 15 private pools, six VIP rooms, and four open-air geothermal pools that seem to steam directly from the earth’s breath.

When I arrived, that breath greeted me in gentle clouds rising from the water. A family splashed in the shallows. Nearby, two older visitors floated in silence, their eyes closed, suspended in stillness. This was not a tourist crowd—it felt more like a gathering of people seeking pause.

The water here is geothermally heated, rich in naturally occurring minerals like magnesium, calcium, and potassium. The alkaline properties—along with the absence of chemicals—are a draw for many who visit, some for health reasons, others simply to feel something elemental. “We see people come here to unplug, to breathe,” said one staff member when I asked about the steady stream of visitors. “It’s the water, but it’s also the pace.”

Lining the shared pools are rows of private rooms—small, quiet sanctuaries, each with its own soaking tub. Some include cold plunges or massage tables. I checked into mine, changed into my suit, and stepped into what may be the deepest hot tub I’ve ever experienced. Warm water hugged me shoulder to toe, steam curling into the air. Above me, stars blinked through the dark. The silence wasn’t empty—it was comforting, like the land was holding its breath alongside me.

Later, wrapped in a towel and deliciously drowsy, I wandered over to the snack stand for a cone of orange ice cream and a cold Diet Coke. It felt refreshingly unpretentious—an echo of summer nights and childhood rewards. A couple nearby sipped hot tea, chatting softly between long silences.

Before I left, I stopped to visit Lola, the lone alligator living in a geothermal enclosure on the property. “It’s a throwback,” a staff member explained. “There used to be several gator farms in the valley because the hot water created a hospitable environment. Lola’s just the last one left.”

Around her enclosure were campers, white domes, and an RV park. A couple on bikes waved as they passed by. Others sat quietly by their tents. Some had plans for nearby kayaking or hiking trails, but most, like me, seemed content to stay put.

Miracle Hot Springs isn’t flashy. It’s quiet, restorative, and grounded—much like the land that feeds its pools. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. miraclehotspring.com.

The silence wasn’t empty—it was comforting, like the land was holding its breath

The water felt ancient, rising straight from earth