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When I first saw the latest eruption of Kilauea volcano on the news I put in for some vacation time and when I got approval I bought a ticket to Hawaii. Seeing an erupting volcano was on my bucket list.

Helens sent across the surrounding landscape, flattening forests, melting snow and ice, and generating massive mudflows. That eruption triggered the largest landslide in recorded history. No, I wanted to see the molten rock flowing and creating more island, more Hawaii. Then I saw what was happening in the Leilani Estates fissures which are a type of lava flow called a'a pronounced ah-ah.

I knew the area had restricted access but I understood that volunteers are assisting the nearly 2, evacuees to go inside their homes and pick up their belongings under the warning that they could have to rush out once again. If I could volunteer I would be able to get close enough to feel the heat and take some pictures of living lava flow.

That would allow me to scratch that item off my bucket list. Twenty five years after graduating college I sat down and wrote down all the things I dreamed of doing and all the things I had done and when I did them. The bucket list, as they call it, the things I wanted to do before I die, was a lot longer than the list of what I had already done.

The older I got the fewer things got crossed off the list. Ten years ago when my uncle retired at seventy he was too decrepit to do the things he put off doing. When he died he left me all his money. He also left me with the task of settling his estate.

After doing that I sold my house and moved into an apartment and downsized. Leilani Estates is a retirement community so those people living in the danger zone have a lifetime of photo albums, collections, and precious memories that they left behind when the eruption began and they had to evacuate.

When I arrived I volunteered at one of the churches and the next day the authorities were allowing people to go to an area where there was cooling lava. They warned of acid rain and breathing the noxious gases and cautioned everybody to avoid getting too near the lava flow. They also cautioned people that the ground might not be stable near the fissures and cracks in the ground. We had full face oxygen masks that looked like something from the movie Avatar except ours had an oxygen bottle and a strap around the back of your head to keep the mask against your face.

Kali Kal-lee was in his eighties which made him at least thirty years my senior. You could tell he had been a bodybuilder or at least into fitness, maybe surfing. His back was straight and his waist was small.

He looked capable of going in by himself and doing some heavy lifting but he gladly accepted another set of hands to make the task easier.

There were steaming cracks everywhere and in places there was glowing burning slow moving lava. As a precaution we put on the masks when driving through the volcanic fog or Vog. Seeing that fissure I expected that his thanks may have been premature.

There was cooling lava flow everywhere. At the end of his long driveway, I gasped because his house was intact. It was as if a force field held the lava at bay. The air quality was poor so we had the masks on. He offered another chant as soon as our feet touched the ground. Most of the plants in the greenhouse-like structure were shriveled and dead from the Vog but one native plant was blooming.

The bloom was orange and red and blue and pink and yellow and white. Instead of a trumpet shaped bloom it looked more like an ocean wave. It had a feather-like flower much like a celosia or mimosa. It was a spectacular bloom about six inches long. He chanted as he took a pruning knife and cut the bloom. He immediately plunged the flower into a metal bucket filled with rain water that was covered with volcanic dust. My jaw dropped when he cut the flower; I was doubly confused when he grabbed a rake and placed the bucket on the cooling lava flow.

Six feet away I could feel the almost unbearable heat still coming off the lava. In about a minute the water was boiling. What was really weird is that there was a small earthquake the instant the bucket touched the lava.

He chanted and prayed and then we went into his house to get some of his stuff. He took a few clothes, books, paintings off the walls, mementoes, and a couple photo albums. The earth shook again and he ran to where he put the metal bucket. He chanted and then took the bucket of boiling water to a coy pond to cool it down. We packed the trailer with his belongings and then he was ready to go. On the way back to civilization it got dark and I snapped this picture out of the window.

We were on the last canister of oxygen when we drove out of the danger zone. We stopped for food and then Mr. Kali asked me if I had ever been to Kona. The drive will take a little over two hours. I looked at my watch calculating that we would be there before the evening news. Kali paid for supper and I left a generous tip. There is no guarantee that it will happen again although they say that the two eruptions are very similar. He got married and moved away because his new wife feared the volcano.

Kali also married but both his wife and their son had died. Pele had spared his home but he could not live there because of the Vog. The stories the man told were fascinating and it made the time pass even faster. It was dark but the house was obviously in need of a major renovation. Liki was spry for an octogenarian. He came off the porch and hugged his friend Mr. I think they were both crying. I walked away to stretch my legs and when I looked back their faces were only about two inches apart.

It looked like they were about to kiss. Kali called to me. He was dressed very well and he had a presence like the CEO of a huge corporation. Marcus will take your bags in. Was there any damage? I followed the pair into the house but I stopped listening and took in my surroundings. It was as if the house had never been redecorated. The furnishings were classic but worn. He was a stacker. There were piles of stuff he wanted to keep and bags of stuff he wanted to shred. Most of the house was clean except for the dust.

It seems he has a cleaning service come in periodically but especially when guests were coming. I do love to try new beers so I drank a beer while I listened to the two men reminisce. Markus came in with a square decanter that looked like it was filled with gin and four liqueur glasses on a silver tray. Loe poured from the bottle and he offered me one. It is a fruity sweet nonalcoholic brew. When this was a plantation it was tradition to offer a toast, a greeting to the travelers and guests.

I smelled it and dipped my tongue into the clear liquid. It tasted sweet like simple syrup but with a tropical fruit flavor. Ahi and Loe lifted their glasses and swallowed the liquid. I can feel it! Markus and I tilted the glass back and swallowed.

I was amazed that my fatigue began to fade and I felt very refreshed. I could see the ladies back in the day sipping the stuff over crushed ice as they gossiped on the porch. About six or eight beers later their stories started to sound like fantasies. They wanted to travel all over the world again to see how things had changed and go to the places they missed seeing. Hey, they had a bucket list too!

It was as if they forgot I was there. They were both looking at me like a young teenager who just asked his dad to buy him a used car. They looked at each other and then they looked at me. I opened another beer. Remember when we stripped off our shirts?

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When I first saw the latest eruption of Kilauea volcano on the news I put in for some vacation time and when I got approval I bought a ticket to Hawaii. Seeing an erupting volcano was on my bucket list. Helens sent across the surrounding landscape, flattening forests, melting snow and ice, and generating massive mudflows.

That eruption triggered the largest landslide in recorded history. No, I wanted to see the molten rock flowing and creating more island, more Hawaii. Then I saw what was happening in the Leilani Estates fissures which are a type of lava flow called a'a pronounced ah-ah.

I knew the area had restricted access but I understood that volunteers are assisting the nearly 2, evacuees to go inside their homes and pick up their belongings under the warning that they could have to rush out once again.

If I could volunteer I would be able to get close enough to feel the heat and take some pictures of living lava flow. That would allow me to scratch that item off my bucket list. Twenty five years after graduating college I sat down and wrote down all the things I dreamed of doing and all the things I had done and when I did them.

The bucket list, as they call it, the things I wanted to do before I die, was a lot longer than the list of what I had already done. The older I got the fewer things got crossed off the list. Ten years ago when my uncle retired at seventy he was too decrepit to do the things he put off doing.

When he died he left me all his money. He also left me with the task of settling his estate. After doing that I sold my house and moved into an apartment and downsized. Leilani Estates is a retirement community so those people living in the danger zone have a lifetime of photo albums, collections, and precious memories that they left behind when the eruption began and they had to evacuate. When I arrived I volunteered at one of the churches and the next day the authorities were allowing people to go to an area where there was cooling lava.

They warned of acid rain and breathing the noxious gases and cautioned everybody to avoid getting too near the lava flow. They also cautioned people that the ground might not be stable near the fissures and cracks in the ground.

We had full face oxygen masks that looked like something from the movie Avatar except ours had an oxygen bottle and a strap around the back of your head to keep the mask against your face. Kali Kal-lee was in his eighties which made him at least thirty years my senior. You could tell he had been a bodybuilder or at least into fitness, maybe surfing.

His back was straight and his waist was small. He looked capable of going in by himself and doing some heavy lifting but he gladly accepted another set of hands to make the task easier.

There were steaming cracks everywhere and in places there was glowing burning slow moving lava. As a precaution we put on the masks when driving through the volcanic fog or Vog.

Seeing that fissure I expected that his thanks may have been premature. There was cooling lava flow everywhere. At the end of his long driveway, I gasped because his house was intact. It was as if a force field held the lava at bay. The air quality was poor so we had the masks on. He offered another chant as soon as our feet touched the ground. Most of the plants in the greenhouse-like structure were shriveled and dead from the Vog but one native plant was blooming.

The bloom was orange and red and blue and pink and yellow and white. Instead of a trumpet shaped bloom it looked more like an ocean wave. It had a feather-like flower much like a celosia or mimosa. It was a spectacular bloom about six inches long.

He chanted as he took a pruning knife and cut the bloom. He immediately plunged the flower into a metal bucket filled with rain water that was covered with volcanic dust. My jaw dropped when he cut the flower; I was doubly confused when he grabbed a rake and placed the bucket on the cooling lava flow. Six feet away I could feel the almost unbearable heat still coming off the lava. In about a minute the water was boiling. What was really weird is that there was a small earthquake the instant the bucket touched the lava.

He chanted and prayed and then we went into his house to get some of his stuff. He took a few clothes, books, paintings off the walls, mementoes, and a couple photo albums. The earth shook again and he ran to where he put the metal bucket. He chanted and then took the bucket of boiling water to a coy pond to cool it down. We packed the trailer with his belongings and then he was ready to go.

On the way back to civilization it got dark and I snapped this picture out of the window. We were on the last canister of oxygen when we drove out of the danger zone. We stopped for food and then Mr. Kali asked me if I had ever been to Kona. The drive will take a little over two hours.

I looked at my watch calculating that we would be there before the evening news. Kali paid for supper and I left a generous tip. There is no guarantee that it will happen again although they say that the two eruptions are very similar. He got married and moved away because his new wife feared the volcano. Kali also married but both his wife and their son had died. Pele had spared his home but he could not live there because of the Vog. The stories the man told were fascinating and it made the time pass even faster.

It was dark but the house was obviously in need of a major renovation. Liki was spry for an octogenarian. He came off the porch and hugged his friend Mr. I think they were both crying. I walked away to stretch my legs and when I looked back their faces were only about two inches apart. It looked like they were about to kiss. Kali called to me. He was dressed very well and he had a presence like the CEO of a huge corporation. Marcus will take your bags in. Was there any damage? I followed the pair into the house but I stopped listening and took in my surroundings.

It was as if the house had never been redecorated. The furnishings were classic but worn. He was a stacker. There were piles of stuff he wanted to keep and bags of stuff he wanted to shred. Most of the house was clean except for the dust. It seems he has a cleaning service come in periodically but especially when guests were coming.

I do love to try new beers so I drank a beer while I listened to the two men reminisce. Markus came in with a square decanter that looked like it was filled with gin and four liqueur glasses on a silver tray. Loe poured from the bottle and he offered me one. It is a fruity sweet nonalcoholic brew. When this was a plantation it was tradition to offer a toast, a greeting to the travelers and guests.

I smelled it and dipped my tongue into the clear liquid. It tasted sweet like simple syrup but with a tropical fruit flavor.

Ahi and Loe lifted their glasses and swallowed the liquid. I can feel it! Markus and I tilted the glass back and swallowed. I was amazed that my fatigue began to fade and I felt very refreshed. I could see the ladies back in the day sipping the stuff over crushed ice as they gossiped on the porch. About six or eight beers later their stories started to sound like fantasies. They wanted to travel all over the world again to see how things had changed and go to the places they missed seeing. Hey, they had a bucket list too!

It was as if they forgot I was there. They were both looking at me like a young teenager who just asked his dad to buy him a used car. They looked at each other and then they looked at me.

I opened another beer. Remember when we stripped off our shirts? Would you chase more women?

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