Jason and a mudpot, which he actually stuck his finger into, hence the look on his face. The aroma of sulfur was quite pungent here, and sent me immediately back to the good ole days in Yellowstone. In this tiny area we found boiling mud (mudpots), fumaroles (steam vents), and a hot creek that ran beside the road. There were also public hot springs close by.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
- Robert Louis Stevenson