We had booked ourselves into the Bolton Spa for a luxurious day of pampering, because…well we deserved it after getting in shit yesterday at the Abbey. We got to our campsite which was 12 KM from the Spa and we were really excited to go there the next day.
We got up early because we were so excited. We packed our bags and proceeded to order the Uber, only to discover that there were no Ubers in this area. In fact there were no taxis to be found in the area. So now what the hell do we do. We are NOT missing the spa. So plan B was concocted and executed!! We paid a worker in the campground to drive us AND pick us up at a pre-determined time at the end of the day. M was lovely and more than willing to help our some clearly distressed and stressed out travellers. Barb was also able to really practice her French while I zen’d out in the back seat.
The spa was extraordinary. Outdoor yurts for massages. Different temperature pools and 4 types of saunas all along a wonderful waterfall. There were also two buildings that were quiet spaces, one very modern, the other large tent with wood burning fire inside.
Note – the spa was founded, and is still owned, by Claude Provost Jr. who dedicated it to his father Claude Provost Sr. who played for the Montreal Canadiens from 1956 to 1960 and won 5 Stanley Cups.
Some other pictures of the waterfall and river
