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And I call it a "sort-of" near-death experience because I don't think my life was truly in danger but it sure scared the hell out of me.
Six years ago, a bunch of my friends graduated from college. I still had a year left, but we all decided to take a big group trip to Hawaii to celebrate. We spent a total of a week and a half traveling among three of the islands, and a few of those days we spent on the big island, in and around Hilo. Of course, from Hilo we were only a very short trip down to Volcanoes National Park, so we decided to spend an entire day in the park.
We toured around the upper craters and saw steam vents (there may in fact exist a picture of me standing on the wrong side of a fence next to a steam vent, but who can tell for sure?), hiked a bit through the rain forest to see some long-dormant lava tubes, and made offerings to Pele. Then, we decided to travel down near the shore where the lava was still actively flowing from Kilauea into the Pacific Ocean. Truly a spectacular sight, but we had to hike across close to three miles of lava rock to get to the spot where lava was flowing.
So we parked the rented minivan and set off across the uneven, jagged landscape. It was a difficult hike even for those of us used to hiking the mountains in Colorado, and when we arrived at the right spot we had to cover out mouths and noses with our shirts because of all the vog. We saw the glow of lava and the bursts of steam from the water and knew we were close.
Now, one thing you notice walking across the lava rock is that sometimes the ground beneath your feet sounds hollow. This is because of the various inactive (or mostly inactive) lava tubes that cover the area. I made a note of it because I thought it was cool, then we all went over to look at a little skylight glowing a dull red nearby.
We sound found a spot on the rocks, settled in with some food and water, and waited as the darkness grew around us. The sight of the molten lava flowing into the ocean was spectacular, and it's something I'll never forget as long as I live. Simply beautiful.
When we decided it was time to go, we got up and made our way back along the dark lava rock. That little skylight we had seen before was now the subject of great interest, as a thin trickle of lava was slowly flowing out of it. Some of my braver/foolhardier friends decided to get close enough to take some impressive pictures, and it was almost a complete disaster. As people were snapping pictures, we suddenly heard this odd *blorp* sound (seriously, it sounded like that) and all of a sudden a very large surge of white-hot lava surged out of the skylight and turned the trickle into a river. One of my friends barely got away with his life.
The sight was terrifying and impressive, so after I had sprinted about ten yards across the dark lava rock I turned and snapped a couple of pictures before deciding it was time to get the hell out of there. I met up with a couple more friends and began sprinting back in the direction of where we had parked nearly 3 miles away. As we ran, I noticed that the air around us has started to get hot. Very hot.
When I looked down for a moment as we ran, I saw something that sent my adrenaline rocketing up to an entirely different level. The cracks in the ground beneath my feet were glowing red.
A lava tube had reactivated quite intensely during the time we had been sitting and relaxing. Looking back up, I continued sprinting in the darkness, and to this day I'm still not sure how I didn't fall and hurt myself on those uneven, jagged rocks. Finally, when we couldn't run any more, we collapsed and gasped for breath while we waited for the rest of our friends. When someone with a flashlight came by, we took a look at out shoes.
The soles had partially melted.
Then, of course, we still had the hike back to the car in the darkness with only one of the two large flashlights we had brought (the other having been consumed by the lava). Possibly the most grueling hike in my life, but one of the most exciting and interesting and terrifying ones as well. By the time we got back to the hotel room, we all collapsed and went to bed immediately. Instead of hitting the beach the next day, a couple of us decided to relax and watch a MythBusters marathon instead.
So, yeah. Not exactly a near-death experience, but it sure scared the hell out of me! :) And, of course, I had lava nightmares frequently for the next month.
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