Years ago, when I was young and stupid, I put on my bestest hiking books and trekked over the lava flow on Hawaii’s most active volcano, Mount Kilauea.

There were ten foot tall lava tubes to climb through, and places where you could see glowing red under the massive lava boulders on which I was standing (which easily could have collapsed, the red was molten lava). There were many plumes of acrid smoke, which turned out to be flares of sulfuric acid. Thrilling, wouldn’t change it, but thinking back, how am I still alive?

Every time I see volcano coverage, I lean in. Never lost the allure. Follow the headline link for some gorgeous photos. Can’t wait until I can travel again.