Our helicopter ride over Kilauea Volcano was my biggest Hawai'i thrill. The pilot took this photo just before takeoff. Then she lifted off, with six of us aboard. We gazed down into a tube of red lava that was like plumbing under the mountain's skin,
and over swaths of blackened lava that has hardened sharp enough to strip the soles off soles of hikers' shoes, and into the blackened garden and house of a man who refused to leave the mountainside. He thumbed his nose at the volcano as it surrounded his home. (He trudges several miles to get a ride to Wal-Mart for supplies. AND he welcomes overnight guests.) This eruption began in 1983 and continues today.
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