Location: Roseau, Dominica
6:45 wake-up this morning quickly rolled into a grab-and-go breakfast, and before you knew it, lunches were packed, dinghies hit the water, and shuttled us ashore. A short van ride brought us to the trailhead. The trail to the boiling lake shot up and down the mountainous terrain. A light drizzle fell from the grey skies and dripped off the broad tropical foliage and the brim of my hat. At the peak, our heads stuck above the clouds where there was nothing else except a blanket of white. We continued down towards the valley where we could see the telltale sign of steam rising and disappearing into the clouds. The brilliant greenery started to fade and transformed into an otherworldly Martian terrain as we reached the sulfurous springs. Flowing creeks of murky grey water welled from bubbling steaming cracks and gushed around yellow and orange boulders of sulfurous crystals. We followed the creek and scrambled down boulders and muddy slopes. Over a rocky knoll, a large swath of steam floated skyward. As we crept to the edge of the cliff, behind the swirling vapor, you could make out the lake steadily bubbling away like a giant cauldron. As we waited for the rest of the group to join us, we threw rocks, built rock cairns, ate our sandwiches, and wished we brought our teabags. After the group caught up, we turned around and hiked back with our thighs feeling a little sore and legs a little shaky. Back at the trailhead, we hopped in the freshwater reservoir and swam through a deep gorge that cuts through steeply curved rock faces and leads to a pouring waterfall. Seeing how nature has recovered from the tragic hurricane feels like a fresh breath of relief.