Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente New Mexico

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente entrance sign

The legendary mineral waters of P’osi-owingeh in the lush, fertile Rio Chama river valley in Northern New Mexico have offered healing rejuvenation since prehistoric times. 

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente soaking pool and cliffs

Sulphur-free healing water

Today the fountain of youth water flows in soaking pools nestled in the cliffs outdoors at Ojo Caliente Mineral Springs and Resort.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente soaking pool and hammocks.

Water temperature ranges from 90 to 120 degrees.

More than 100,000 gallons of the revitalizing waters offer the unique healing properties of four different sulfur-free minerals: Lithia, Iron, Soda, and Arsenic.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente labyrinth by lobby

Source of healing for thousands of years

Native Americans shared the secluded waters peacefully for centuries. Warring tribesmen left weapons at the door to gather in peace, without conflict.  

Ailments and wounds healed in the “waters of the gods,” and the sacred springs were available as a gift for all from the divine.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente soaking pool with rainbow

Ancient healing with modern amenities

The sacred springs evolved into the first natural health resort in the country in 1868 and were known for the quiet, rustic seclusion, natural beauty, and welcoming funky vibe. 

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente historic bathhouse

Today the Ojo Caliente springs (literally means “hot eye”) are a private resort pampering guests with lodging, a full spa, and restaurant with fresh ingredients from the Ojo farm. 

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente spa couches

A gift shop showcases locally made, top shelf health and beauty and fashion items for guests.

Range of lodging options

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente lodging

Guest lodging rooms are available, ranging in nightly rental rates from $200 to $500 per night.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente campsite

An adjoining campground is available for tent and RV guests to hook up at $40 person.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente airstream rental

Remodeled Airstream trailers will soon be available to rent at the campground for under $200 per night.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente river

1,110 rejuvenating acres

Hiking trails and a labyrinth parallel the peaceful Ojo Caliente River, lined with cottonwoods and cactus.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente hiking trail

Yoga, birding, and biking are also available.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente labyrinth by river

The property has opportunities for a mindful, relaxed getaway and staff encourage whispers and quiet in the soaking pool areas.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente historic round barn

An historic adobe round barn and horno ovens are maintained by the resort.


Ojo Caliente is 45 minutes southwest of Taos and 60 miles north of Santa Fe. Airport transfers are available.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente cactus bloom pink

Children under 13 are no longer allowed in an attempt to maintain a quiet, healing resort.

Ample camping nearby

The 1.5-million acre Carson National Forest Camino Real Ranger District office is in Penasco, 18 miles north of Ojo Caliente.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente Carson National Forest lake

Camping, fishing, and more than 252 miles of trails for mountain biking, horse riding, and hiking are available. Cross-country skiing, snowshoeing and snowmobiling are winter reactional options.

Legendary Healing Waters of Ojo Caliente horno oven

Manna in the Meadow

Two weeks in downtown Minneapolis can suck the last drop out of a gal like me. I travel the rough back roads of this country solo and rarely feel vulnerable, afraid, or exposed. But a lot of time in most cities is draining. San Francisco, Montreal, and Istanbul are the exceptions.

My hat is off to the founders of Minneapolis who preserved the green space along the Mississippi River flowing between the Twin Cities. Daily hikes along the downtown Nature trails infused Rocky and me. The festivals, museums, music, and food reflect an appreciation of high talent and passion. I’m grateful for the hospitality the fine staff at Town Suites on 2ndStreet offered Rocky and me.

The St. Croix River and several gorgeous state parks are within an hour drive of the city. The flooding of St. Croix created an awesome canoe ride on a sunny Sunday.

We bid farewell to the Twin Cities with one urgent goal – restore the balance off grid. I was so depleted I loaded up enough groceries, water, propane, permits, and maps to avoid town. Forever!

I knew what I needed and why. I didn’t know what state or national forest would answer my call for a cold, mountain creek with deep forest shade and enough flat space to set up camp. Frequent rain is a bonus.

We drove east past the crystal clear mountain lakes of Minnesota and the blazing Badlands of South Dakota without a second glance. But the Black
Hills National Forest pinged images of moving water, cool breezes, and the smell of evergreens.

Firing up my orienteering brain, GPS, and the Forest Service’s off road maps we set off to find our next hermitage in the woods. But the answer to my call for a mountain peak and valley creek took me far beyond even Subaru’s impressive off grid GPS coverage. The paper map led me to blockades of private land, cut timber, and herds of cattle common in today’s national forests.

I could feel the place in my heart, but I couldn’t find it with my head. Frankly I thought I knew the plan but all I really had were clear visions, longing, dreams, journals, stories, and prayers guiding my life. Eyeing the setting sun I let go of outcomes. I’d make due. And due would make me as it always does.

One deep breath disabled the brain and my open, willing heart took the lead focusing with gratitude on the cool, moist breeze, towering spruce, green rolling meadows, and distant granite peaks. Each turn on the ATV trail offered more than I had planned or prepared for. What did it matter if there was no creek?

On a last minute whim I took a left on what appeared to be a wagon trail from the old west.

Never turn left, my brain piped in, reminding me of the crash statistics on left turns.

Almost there Cindy. You are almost there, my heart replied.

Right. Sorry I got in the way for so long. Thank you for this, I whispered crossing a cattle guard opening to a large meadow blanketed with flowers.

A delighted laugh flew from my heart as I rounded a bend. A small clearing created when diseased trees were removed nurtured a new meadow
bursting with baby raspberry plants, brilliant flowers, and strong, native grasses. A wide and swift creek flowed beneath towering granite cliffs framing the meadow. Centuries of evergreen needles made the ground soft, flat, and fragrant. The sun disappeared beyond the cliffs while I danced in joyful circles around the meadow laughing and singing.

I couldn’t overthink camp set up because there was only one possible, perfect option. Shade for the camper, space for the shower/bathroom, stumps and cut timber for tables and chairs. The meadow was just right for optimum solar collection and a small deer trail led to the creek. I quickly assembled a basic camp and slept deeply to the sound of running water.

The nudge at dawn was annoying enough to be effective. Quickly wake up! Look! Outside my door was a breath-taking, eight-point buck grazing in the meadow with a juvenile male sporting new antlers. I flashed on Bambi’s Dad showing him the ropes in the forest. Mimicking Bambi’s Mother’s I sadly whispered “Man was in the forest today,”and the big buck looked my way before trotting up the hill with a snort and quick flash of tail.

Over coffee a curious bumblebee with an odd flight pattern feasted on purple flowers by my chair. He might have a limping flight but was not lacking in strength and agility I noticed lighting incense and settling into meditation.

He was gone when I came back to physical awareness but returned often.  His visits correlated with each new item I set up in camp. The two awnings, bathroom tent, a tablecloth over stumps to create a kitchen seemed to draw him like an inspector. He would hitch a ride on my feet, arms or hands.

I would too! 
I thought watching him crash land on the kitchen counter and crawl onto the raw veggies to nap.

The second day, eager to satisfy my curious brain I gathered up maps settling at the table to identify our coordinates now that we had hiked the area. I could visualize how the last minute left turn had taken me through private land with access to Crystal Peak and Creek. Now to verify that theory.

Bee arrived with a hard landing on the map and danced in circles along the winding map trail markings. Between dances he slept, so still the only sign of life was the light reflecting in his eyes. So bees sleep with eyes open?

I’ve never observed bee sleep so can only guess that’s what it was. If I nudged him he would crawl into my hand and drift back off. He napped a lot, especially in the spruce branches I had harvested from a newly cut tree to use on the altar. In the world of bee blessings I knew I had hit the jackpot even as my awareness of his declining condition grew.

No big surprise here, I mumbled acknowledging that if humans find me to midwife death why not a bumblebee?

By the third morning he had let go of gathering nectar in the meadow, preferring to stay snuggled in the altar bustling with a community of spiders, honeybees, beetles and ants. Extravert aye? I mused as I broke my “don’t kill the wildflowers” cardinal rule and placed his favorite purple flower next to him on the altar. He perked up and fed for hours between naps. I tucked him in that night with visions of angelic hives, prayers for peace, and a deep appreciation for his quiet companionship.

The next morning he was gone. I searched but never found him. My mind filled with images of Elijah the Bee ascending in a chariot of meadow flowers.

Seemed fitting. Like Elijah, Bee reminded me to be bit more mindful of daily manna in the wilderness that defy life or death polarities. This elusive, often fleeting awareness deeply restores a vibrant, healthy, happy harmony in every part of me and has since I was a girl living in the woods with creeks and ponds.

Profoundly simple. Nothing fancy. Just Nature showing up as Bee leading the way through miracles and magic in the great outback.