We passed through an amazing valley with dozens of steam plumes lining the sky. The slight odor of sulfur was in the air. Several big vents marked the sites of big geothermal plants making electricity. We drove for miles through the valley which was essentially a lava field, passing vent after vent. At one point we saw sheep farms with bubbling pools in the fields, the sheep grazing nearby. We found ourselves laughing as both of dredged up one of the kid’s favorite books, “Oh no sheep sunk. Sheep sunk in boiling mud. Sheep can’t go. Sheep need help. Sheep need their crashed jeep operational!”
