Only crazy people wake up at 3:30 a.m. to hike up a volcano, but that’s what British Hubby and I did on Friday. Our bags were packed, our boots were tied tight and the kitties had a sitter. We traveled down a dark forest road making comments about Big Foot and being in an X-file episode, to arrive at the trail head right before sunrise. Here’s our first glimpse at the volcano.
By 6:00 a.m. we started to see the first patches of snow.
And not soon after that little shrubs striving to survive in the ash.
Then comes the lava channels.
And a relentless climb up in the snow.
I did manage to get some knitting done on my orphans. I’ll post more about that later.
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That is awesome. What an amazing journey you and your hubby had.