The cold crisp breeze hit my face as I Iaid my head back while soaking in Burgdorf Hot Springs. I rented a cabin for the night and decided to take a midnight swim. The stars were clear and vibrant because there were no city lights to create a foggy haze. My experience at Burgdorf Hot Springs will be one I cherish for the rest of my days and one I want my kids to experience one day. I rented a snowmobile from Cheap Thrills to go stay at Burgdorf for the night and I was scared. I had never rented a snowmobile before nor had I ridden one. I had so many questions and wanted to make sure I did everything right. I started looking at reviews people left Burgdorf, Secesh and Warren. I read someone’s review about Burgdorf and they claimed the water soothed muscles they didn’t realize were sore to begin with. As I eased into the warm, mineral-rich water, I couldn’t help but think of that review. They were absolutely right—the water had a way of unraveling tension I didn’t even know I carried. It felt like the mountain itself was embracing me, its stillness seeping into my bones.
The cabin I rented was rustic but cozy, a perfect retreat from the world. The wood stove crackled softly as I dried off, its warmth chasing away the chill of the night. I’d read another review that warned, “Don’t expect luxury—this is about simplicity and connection to nature,” and that’s exactly what I found. It was freeing to step away from the hum of daily life and be present with the snow, the stars, and the solitude.
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The next day, I put all my snow gear on and ventured toward Secesh, feeling a little more confident on my snowmobile. The trail was a dream—powdery snow, clear skies, and a sense of adventure propelling me forward. Secesh Stage Stop was everything the reviews promised and more. I stopped at the tiny lodge for a bite to eat, where the smell of sizzling burgers greeted me before I even stepped inside.
Inside, the walls were covered in dollar bills—hundreds of them, each one a tiny story. I grabbed a pen and added mine to the collection, jotting down the date and my name before pinning it up. Reading where others had come from, as far as Australia and as close as neighboring towns, made me feel connected to this small but lively outpost in the wilderness.
After my meal, I continued on to Warren, an active mining town with roots that run deep. The Baum Shelter was my first stop, where I indulged in a hearty meal while chatting with a few locals. One mentioned how the town’s older buildings, though weathered by time, still held the spirit of a bustling mining community. Inspired, I decided to explore.
Wandering through the historic sites, I imagined what life might have been like during Warren’s prime—miners, families, and travelers carving out their lives in this rugged yet beautiful place. The history here felt alive, and it was clear that Warren wasn’t just holding onto its past; it was embracing it.
