I’d flown my little copter over it then and taken photographs looking straight down on the surface and the resulting pictures made the place look like an alien world. Along the shore there were streaks of red where iron-rich minerals had been sifted and separated by wave action when the slough was full and then left behind as the water receded. More toward the middle, damp depressions held decaying mats of blue-green algae that separated islands of alkali tinged pinkish by bacterial mats.
At an angle, the place looked like it had been dusted with sugar that had been left to melt. It was all quite beautiful though the heavy sulphur smell kinda knocked the beauty back a bit.
On that particular day, though, I didn’t have time to linger. I was after other things. But I planned to come back and as I drove on, I marked the location on my maps app.
Not very accurately, as it turns out.