Side note: a hot pot in Utah (and I think Idaho) is not a gathering of people eating Asian soup, it's actually a hot spring. Things I have learned, yay.
Anyway, the rumor was that a relative of a friend who has an old seasonal cabin down the street from where Sam's parents live in Midway wanted the place cleaned up, including a bite-sized geothermal caldera. These things are actually really common in Midway. The biggest one is the one at the Homestead where I learned how to SCUBA dive all those years ago.
So in my mind, we were going to be cleaning mysterious doodads out of the sludge of one that was basically the same as the Homestead crater, though possibly waist-deep, and in someone's basement.
I don't know where I got the basement idea.
I had visions of the Little Prince cleaning his volcanoes.
When we got there, it was a little disappointing. It was mostly hidden by long grass, and we were responsible for chopping the grass off and raking it out.
We were doing all this in a thunderstorm, by the way, which made it more fun, although Rosalind got soaked (she never once complained, though. What a champ).
I had to stand in it to make my day feel fulfilled. The water was warm, but not hot, and the bottom was definitely sludgy.
While it took probabably 25 minutes to clean and was really not what I expected, it was still pretty fun.
Afterwards, we took a look at some of the other (bigger) mini craters nearby.
PSA: this post is brought to you in order to prove that my life can actually be interesting, and that I do still, in fact, have the capability to write about things other than babies.