The trail leading back to our campsite at Namakani Paio hugs the north rim of Kilauea Crater. Along the way earthen vents pour out a steady stream of sulfurous steam. Plants congregate around the openings drinking in the moisture and minerals that are carried upward from the molten depths. The steam is visible from a great distance, a haze blanketing the northern rim of the crater.

We head back, feet dragging, tongues swollen with thirst, skin crackling from a rough burnishing by the sun, but not wanting for the chance to experience this strange and wonderful place first hand. Thank you Pele.