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Overlooking the pool at Indian Springs

So, if you are going to make the roadtrip to Oysterland, why not continue on another hour or so through more bucolic splendor to enter wine country proper? You can easily get to Monte Rio, one of the nice parts of the Russian River, and go about tasting amazing Zins and Pinots from the area. Or you can veer a different way and end up in Calistoga, home to the best place to escape the chaos of life in the Bay Area.  Yes, that would be Indian Springs. I have been taking the waters at this divine place since 1997 when Susan Spencer, a friend and mentor from my first PR gig at GCI Group, introduced me to the pleasures of wine country.

Fuck the New York Times Travel section for writing up this place WAY too much in the past few years. The management has revamped it to have more of a modern buddha vibe, and I just learned they are going to expand the spa so more folks can come for mud baths, massages and other dainty diversions.

It will still be charming and therapeutic. The lemon/cucumber water will still be freely available. And the onsite geyser will still go off and form many mist clouds over the Olympic sized pool that it feeds, and that is all I care about.