Our nephews (7 and 8) were in good spirits but they got a little bored towards the end. To distract I demonstrated how to make a whistle by clamping a grass leaf between the thumbs and blowing. That amused for a mile, or so.
We'd walked past Halemaumau Crater with its high plume of volcanic gases. At night we would see that plume glowing red from our lodge, the Volcano House, in Hawaii's Volcanoes National Park.
Next day the nephews and their parents left for the other side of the island. Dwight and I stayed one more day, so we could hike more of the park. We drove down from 4,000 feet almost to the ocean, a gradual, continuous slope. The car, a hybrid, reported 220 miles to the gallon.
smooth, billowy, ropy) lava. We could not decide which was more beautiful: the pure black lava, or the metallic, reptilian-patterned lava.