drive to visit the origins of my cough in Volcano National Park. I know-Stoopid!
I had a game plan of hiking a long loop, but the recent eruptions vaporized that idea. Volcanos are so inconvenient.
So I hiked through a crater resembling the end product of a drugged out asphalt paving crew. It's not the most scenic National Park, although the nearby rain forest is pretty neat.
Damn those Portuguese for introducing the Faya tree so they could make wine. What's the matter? Manischewitz or Morgan David wine isn't good enough?
If a tree can grow in Brooklyn, I guess it can make a living at the bottom of a stark crater. Mother Nature hates a void.
Some visitors donned helmets because they were worried about another cataclysmic explosion. Now that's being paranoid.
The journey there was so stoopid, I'll do it again. There's a few more craters to see. Who knows, maybe I'll be on hand to see the Goddess Pele really perform.
Someone should tell the EPA about this park. I know all this noxious venting is in violation of the Clean Air Act of 1970. The NPS needs to be held accountable.
Have a volcano free day,
Jeff
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