Kath says–this looks like Wyoming.
It does not, I say.
I point to the lava fields, the geothermal plant billowing steam, the kilometers of red pipe. Nothing like Wyoming.
Look at the volcanic cone, she says, the shape of the mountains.
It looks nothing like Wyoming, I re-iterate.
Then I realize: I have never seen Wyoming.
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Don’t much remember volcanic cones in Wyoming, myself. (I realize this means I crossed Yellowstone twice without quite paying much attention. It’s true, I did.) I loved Montana, especially the Beartooth Plateau which was deeply deeply old rocks instead of volcanicly new, and old rocks just this morning so to speak newly newly emerged from under the glaciers, and definitely had no volcanic cones on it. The rest of Wyoming, meh.
I am most desperately envious. Iceland. Will you get to see some lava splashing up anywhere? I saw Iceland from the air once, asked the flight attendants to ask the pilot to let me know if I could see it, and they did; I was on the right side of the plane and there it was far away but most definitely There.
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Mir–you would love it here (although I know you don’t care about baths). But it is geology for days here…we will go towards various volcanoes, hopefully, in the next few days.