August 12, 2010
Along the trail
I don't think I quite ever got used to a landscape that bubbles and boils and churns constantly. On one wooded trail, we passed a man and his son who were walking in the opposite direction. I stopped to chat (I'm very much a lazy hiker who is always ready to take a rest and talk), and he said, "When you come to the pool of water around the bend, just sit down and wait a few minutes."
So when we reached the puddle of water, we sat down on a log near the edge of the pool. Steam was rising from the puddle, and when I touched the water, it was definitely hot. After a few minutes, the water began churning, and sure enough, water bubbled up, shooting four or five feet into the air, sending out a steamy sulphur scent.
Posted by jo(e)