The other perk of getting outside this time of year is that not many other people are doing it. You'll meet a few people hiking or at the beach, but never a crowd. We've hopped in the car to go a few interesting places since purchasing it, starting with the Waiwera hot springs, where we waded through the hot water until we couldn't stand it and then returned to shivering in our swimsuits almost the moment we got out. This is the exact opposite of some experiences I've had swimming outside of Boston in the summer.
There are pools that run at all different temperatures. The hottest one, the lava pool, was so hot I could barely get my foot into it. We hunkered down in one that was cooler, but still hot enough that we sometimes felt like part of a big stew. There was an older woman who came within earshot of us while we were saying how funny it would be to show up with a giant wooden spoon and sit on the edge peeling carrots and potatoes. And that if somebody peed in the water they'd leave a cold spot. She must been afraid we were serious about peeing in the pool, because she edged away from us fast. Or it might have been the cannibalism.