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Aloha,
A trip out to the lava flow is always such a visual feast. One can't help but marvel at the solid lava, arranged in rings, whorls, spirals, ropes, protrusions and curves, colored in black, red, gray, and iridescent glassy colors. The volcano spirit Pele is, truly, the master sculptress of the Big Island.

By the time you reach the red, hot flowing lava, you feel like a kid again, with the irristable impulse to poke a stick into the lava and watch the flames erupt.

A few nights ago, pahoehoe seemed to flowing everywhere; softly it would creep over the old lava, and then suddenly spill out in a rush of heat and light and amazing pattern.

As a special treat, Pele showed us how she makes rope lava, folding and twisting the molten rock until it looked like a rucked-up, black and red velvet blanket.

We thanked Pele for her hospitality and offered her ti leaves and orchids, then turned and made our way back home.