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March 8-18, 2002 JR's Journal Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park
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| Our 7:00 wake-up startled most people. I had been awake since
5:00 and was already up. We ate corn flakes and bananas in the rooms
and then I gave an introductory talk in the lobby with my newly purchased
maps. I think most people get the picture that ocean swimming isn’t
much of an option on this side of the island. We left the hotel around
9:30 and made a brief stop at Safeway for more food before heading up Route
11 to the park.
At the park, we took in the displays and a movie at the visitor center.
I then told everyone to cross the road to Volcano House, where they got
their first view of Kilauea Caldera. Kilauea is always impressive
with Mauna Loa soaring above it to the NW. I bought some tee shirts
and a Humuhumunukunukuapua’a hat at the gift shop.
Next, we drove to the Hawai'i Volcano Observatory and took in the excellent
displays at the museum. We also stopped at the Sulfur Banks Fumarole.
Then, we drove to the Halemaumau overlook parking lot and had lunch before
walking out to the crater. A group of Japanese tourists were conducting
a Shinto (?) ceremony at the crater’s edge. We got on the Chain of
Craters Road and started heading down to the coast, stopping to examine
the pahoehoe and aa flows at the top of the Holei Pali. We also stopped
to photograph to the west along the coast and the various fault scarps
and benches.
We arrived at the end of the road under clear sky and a hot sun. A female ranger at the visitor center had given directions on how to get to the activity at the nose of the flow. I could see the landmarks she mentioned and we headed for them. The hike across the Pahoehoe was beautiful in its textures and structures but difficult and monotonous. There was no smooth ground. Everything was either up a few feet or down a few feet. The footing was irregular and often slippery. A few students fell and cut their legs. Shelley was the first but Liz achieved the worst cuts. A ranger caught up with us and redirected us to a different landmark. It was well beyond the second kipuka that we had been heading toward. About an hour later, I realized he was wrong and the woman at the Visitor’s Center had to be right. We could see the steam rising off the flow just west of the second kipuka. Oliver and Jana caught up with us to warn us of the ranger’s error and then ran ahead to redirect those who had outpaced the others. Elise, Shelley, and I headed toward the flow at the base of the Pali and were soon rewarded with our first view of red rock. We called the others who were re-energized by the news. We were able to get within several feet of the slowly moving flow.
Heath threw rocks into the molten rock. Most were surprised to see
how viscous and dense it is. Nick tossed his nalgene bottle onto
it (with a tether) to give it an interesting battle scar. I’m sure
he’ll have stories to tell. Annie tethered a cigarette and used the
flow as a cigarette lighter. Ahh, student ingenuity.
We stayed at the site for about 40 minutes and then started the hike back. My left big toe split and gave me a lot of pain. After 45 minutes we needed our headlamps. The hike became a drag really quickly but was mitigated by the incredible glow from the lava flow at the top of the Pali. I sent the fastest hikers ahead to turn on the car lights so we could have the end in sight. That reduced the grumblings of those who wanted everyone to hike together. I don’t think paved road ever looked so good to me as when we returned to the ranger station. I felt like this 49-year old cripple that I am. This was another one of those days when I wondered why I like doing this stuff so much. It took us 7 ½ hours for this excursion. It was well worth it but everyone was beat. We drove back up the Pali and back to the highway. I was very
tired as we descended the 30 miles back into Hilo. Pizza Hut was
closed so we went to the Taco Bell drive-thru. Heath managed to convince
the guy that the third vehicle would pay for the first two as well.
We returned to the hotel and ate and showered. Partying was kept
to a minimum, everyone was too beat. I fell asleep as soon as my
head hit the pillow.
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