When we read about thermal fields, I imagined steam coming off the earth. Definitely worth seeing.
Reality was something else entirely. From far away, you could see columns of steam rising from the (lava rock) landscape.
Up close, after a particularly difficult trek, the steam was thick, thick enough that you couldn't see. The wind shiftec and you could see mud. Holes. Mudholes. Water gurgling up in the holes. Small craters forming. Then steam blowing back to obscure the field again.
Parts of Iceland feel like you've driven to the end of the earth. Here, it looked like the primordial ooze that spawned life.
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