Several years ago I rode with a bike group around the big island of Hawaii. Part of our tour was the ten mile loop around the Kilauea caldera, where we could see solidified lava from eruptions over the years. You can tell the approximate age of a lava field by whether any greenery has emerged. Years and years and years pass before the slightest green sprig pokes up from cracks in the hardened black lava. Halfway around the road that circles the caldera, breathing air acrid with the stench of sulfuric acid and getting covered with the small, sticky bits of black volcanic ash called “vog”, I wondered in passing what we’d do if the volcano erupted.
The volcano is erupting as we speak, forcing evacuations of nearby residents.
Not so crazy, to have wondered back then what we’d do.