Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life—wrote John Muir. I did a thing in the San Juan Mountains today called Hang Time. I just took repose in a hammock, inhaled the crisp air, listened to the birds, beckoned to the fawn, felt the occasional pine needle prick my arm— it was. Bliss. You can do this as a guest at The Springs between soaks. Pro Tip: it is complimentary.