Moss like veins weaves down the mountain sides with melting glacial snow and freezing volcanic rocks.
If you look closely, you sometimes see a yellow flower… or maybe pink or white.
And then the red rocks loom upon mountain sides.
Now there is only ash: the remains of the eruptions of past days.
Random bits of red rock are uncovered along the roadside, upturned moss covered stones in their midst.
As we weaved in and out of jagged rocks and along green lines, Ewelena’s hand gripping the headrest in front of her, silence overcame us. Even for the seasoned travelers, this was awe-inspiring. We went from rivers to glaciers to red and green stone to volcanoes and ash over the course of two hours until the road drowned in that very same glacier’s remains. We never lost a step though, each meter back showing us bits of green and black and white that we hadn’t yet noticed.
We arrived back at the field of dark stones and found our way across towards waterfalls and population. I glanced back to see a freckle of blue sky above the hills. All I could think was that this was one place where you didn’t need the sunshine to feel the beauty of this world.