My husband climbed a moraine of loose boulders and gravel, and gazed across an open field of volcanic rock and stones, marred only by a small, winding stream that cut through its center. The field was surrounded by tall, lush, green cliffs, each featuring its own rolling, sparkling waterfall. It was like a scene from "Lord of the Rings", but we couldn't focus on that just yet.
"I don't think there is one," he responded.