Because my oldest brother on the Big Island, near Hilo, has been waffling over staying, going, staying, going — what to do with the dogs? — for most of May, that’s why Hawaii is on my mind these days. I just heard from him this morning with some scary news (“The lava took out the cell tower so I don’t have phone reception so tell mom that I can’t phone her. Hope you are okay.”) But then the news via email improved somewhat after some incisive questions on my part:
Me: “What the heck is happening with that lava flow? How are those noxious gases?”
Brother: “The gases were very bad in the beginning. Right now the winds are blowing strong so the air quality is good this morning. The lava has gone into the ocean about three miles from here.”
So we’re all going to take a deep breath and hope the strong winds continue. Even though more fissures of lava have erupted from the Kilauea volcano since yesterday, mandatory evacuation is still not in place for my brother. I’m trying my hardest to imagine Hilo and Pahoa covered not in lava, but bromeliads. (I’ve yet to visit our 50th state, so I’m reposting scenes from a 2015 visit to Lotusland.)
Have a great weekend.