The Magic of Magnesium
Jean Godfrey-June is our beauty editor, but her enthusiasms are many.
If you ever get a chance to stay high up in the Colorado Rockies at Dunton Hot Springs for even a single night, jump at that chance and never look back. The luxury of not feeling like you’re at a hotel at all—that you just happen to be sitting inside an old ghost town cabin from the silver mining days, soaking in a rust-colored, 106-degree hot spring–fed pool, looking out at the mountains through enormous sliding barn door windows, with gigantic potted plants draped languidly all around you—is for me, so far, the ultimate. The ultimate as in sexiest, most romantic, most relaxing spot ever.
It’s possible that my impressions were swayed by the spring’s relatively high lithium and magnesium content; if so, I’m okay with that. Whatever the magic—it also may have been an earlier hike through the trees and the glittering air; or the tacos made with smoked cod, fresh radishes, and Native American fry bread that preceded the soaking; or even the hand-striped pottery the tacos came on—it’s pretty powerful.
It’s clearly impossible to re-create the atmosphere of gorgeous mountain valley/ghost town cabin/natural hot spring/subtle design genius and fantastic service of Dunton operatives. I was, however, inspired to put more gigantic potted plants around my tub than I had already, which is saying something. And of course I was inspired more than usual—I take a bath almost every night—to turn up the heat and really soak. Soak in Epsom salts of any sort and you may feel the muscle-relieving power of magnesium; soak in “The Martini” and you get all the benefits of magnesium plus the calming, soothing effects of Himalayan pink salt, not to mention botanicals like valerian root. It smells faintly of frankincense, sandalwood, and vetiver, and it moisturizes (salts in baths counterintuitively make them more moisturizing) as it soothes the body and psyche, inducing a deep sense of contentment.
After yoga, a hike (on less-lofty trails than Dunton’s), a run, a bike, a muscle-crunching plane ride, or just a long day at the office, there’s nothing like a deep soak. I credit regular baths to my faster-than-expected recovery from a shoulder injury last year—and just dropping the pink salts into the water makes me happy, let alone the silky feel they give the water and the subtle, mood-lifting scent.
I have been to some romantic spots in this world, but a gorgeously appointed mineral hot spring framed by 12,000-foot peaks is hard to top. Don’t bring the kids unless you’re renting out the whole place and they’re old enough to have their own cabin (or, in the summer, there are glamping tents beside a rushing river, which I cannot recommend more highly), bring lots of sunblock no matter the season, and—most importantly—bring the one you love.