Here is a tiny excerpt from my mem-banks of an exclusively rare beach: right now I’m mainly thinking about how much time I spent digging up a small spa at Hot Water Beach. That in addition to how much labor was involved in sculpting an adult-sized kiddie pool made of sand – with nothing more than a toddler’s shovel.
To reiterate, it’s called Hot Water Beach for obvious reasons. From above, this beach on the Coromandel seems very normal, but down below, nature is brewing up something really amazing. Underneath the soft golden sand, there is a reservoir of hot water that flows upward from the depths of the earth. This heated source slowly surfaces in the Pacific Ocean, and during low tides, beach bums like myself are fortunate enough to be able to dig our own personal spa pools.
The motivation behind my furious digging at Hot Water Beach had less to do with free will, and more to do with being driven by my better half. Standing behind me, she yelled all the while like a beached coxswain. My efforts were similar to that of Goldilocks, but unlike her porridge scavenging, I was struggling to find the right settling spot to steam our buns in. Some pools dug up were too hot – up to 64ºC (147ºF) of scalding water. Others pools were too cold. But I kept on digging until I reached that “ahhhhhhh” moment… the moment when I had finally dug a pool that was just right. I even included a little drainage system to keep a continuous flow of hot water streaming into our pool.
Before I could put down my shovel, I noticed that my beached coxswain was already in my pool and enjoying the hard work that I alone had put into it. I soon joined her and we spent most of the afternoon relaxing and chillaxing. Eventually me and my poor Goldilocks were chased out of our spa. Evicted by the rising tide, it swiftly rushed in and destroyed any evidence that two BrokeLemons had ever spent the day there.