Monday, May 22, 2006

Kaliurang volcanologist

Watching lava spill out of a volcano was arresting. I was arrested. Even from 6 miles away, its 2000 Fahrenheit glow knocked the wind out of me. A burning river tumbled down the mountainside, splashing orange bright beads like ocean spray along the way. The color deepened to red as it snaked down the mountain. I saw eight such fountains while I was there. It’s a serious thing, lava. That’s what I learned. As one of the flows turned toward us, I felt vulnerable as a blade of grass in a brush fire. Though I knew it probably wouldn’t make it even half the distance, I shuddered.
There were hundreds of people there, sitting on blankets at the entrance to a golf course in the middle of the night. A whole busload of Ibus showed up while we were there. Nearly expected a bingo game to break out. I’ve got some tape of the guys talking about the lava before we went up to see it. At the end of the audio, you can hear them convincing me to go. That’s all it takes, I suppose, to bring a sacrifice to the edge of a volcano.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Chad - The description of lava is great, but describing yourself as a blade of grass near a wild fire or a potential sacrifice is a little disconcerting to parents. We never had the opportunity to teach you about respecting and avoiding lava when you were younger.


7:26 AM  
Anonymous jakers said...

"i can still feel the heat.."
you are an easily fooled and nubile young virgin sacrifice. it was nice knowing you. also, they have really weird criteria for virgins there.

8:37 AM  
Blogger Al J said...

I still say: If the wonder-stud Dan Cortese fled, you should too.


9:37 AM  

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