We hiked and we hiked and hiked some more. Stopping only for more tang and cookie breaks. Finally, we reached the point that the vegetation started dying off. It was also about the time that the ground was getting exceptionally warm. There would be cracks here and there, with steam rising out of them. It wasn’t until the ground started shaking and we’d hear a loud explosion every few minutes that Christin said she was going back, she’d seen enough.
I told her there’s no way I’d come this far to not make it to the best part. So we continued.
Some time around this point, my flip-flop blew out. Ah man. I was not about to run around on lava rocks with no shoes, so we got creative.
At one point, we ran up and looked down into the crater, and sure as shit, there was lava chillin’ down there. We only got to get a quick glimpse cause BOOM… more running around.
We stayed up on that volcano for hours. It was so enthralling. Once the sun set, it made it so much easier to see the lava bombs, now that they were glowing fiery orange.
Wow!
AWESOME
Really something, isn’t it?