Warning: this post may alarm

So, yeah, I said a previous post about the eruption was my last, but I have changed my mind.

Today marks four weeks since someone in Leilani Estates heard a hissing noise outside and glanced out the window to see steaming black and red sludge oozing from the ground on to the deep green grass.  I cannot begin to imagine how seeing that, realizing what was happening, felt.  Perhaps the first reaction was, “Wow!”  But if it was, I bet that thrill did not last.  It makes me feel a little sick to close my eyes and think about the yard being mine, about being that person as the ooze did not pause and the enormity of the situation settled in.

Later, as the news spread island-wide, I don’t think anyone imagined what was to come in these last weeks, and what is giving no indication of ending.  Here is a kicker: The lava that is currently coming to the surface is the hottest to date, and hotter lava means faster lava.  Said one official, “We are pretty much tapping mantle temperatures right now.”  That is as hot as lava can get.

Imagine: mantle-temperature lava in your backyard, near the swingset.

The lava has been flowing downhill from Leilani, just as naturally as water streams down to the sea.  It has covered neighborhoods, farms, forests, and roads, and now seems destined to cut off the only remaining exit route for some communities.  Every day the lava-river video footage is more extensive and shocking than the day before.  The ground is cracking open.  Every day, vast amounts of SO2 are pumped into the atmosphere: pictures of folks in war-like masks are common, and the formerly emerald-colored landscape is now burnt brown or black with solid lava.  Every day, first responders are are putting their health and well-being on the line to assist, while dummies are sneaking past roadblocks to get a good photograph.  People are living in wet tents.  People are stressed.  Ahalanui Park, with its warm, crystal-clear water and beloved by many as a place to de-stress, looks likely to be overrun and gone forever.

Mayor Harry Kim, who earlier opened shelters that are not only pet-friendly but also provide meals for the displaced, has today lay down the law about evacuation in certain areas, even going so far as to frighteningly “suspend laws” if “necessary.”  Yes, the evacuation order was labeled “mandatory” before today, but now he apparently means it.  The order took effect at 12:06 p.m. and residents have until Friday afternoon to get out.  Those who do not heed his words face arrest and liability for the costs of rescue operations.

Oh, my heart aches for the residents of Lower Puna.  When the Mayor addressed the community, he said, “We will be alright.”

Yes, eventually.  But for now, not so much.

Image: Andrew Hara, via Hawaii News Now.


Just one more

The photo above, from Hawaii News Now, is the craziest photo of the eruption I’ve seen so far.

It’s fitting that it’s a doozy because it’s the last one I’m going to post – this will be my last entry about the eruption. Yesterday a friend called my posts alarmist, and the last thing I wish to do is cause needless worry.

I’ll be back when I have other news about my neck of the woods.

Take care, everyone!

Thank you 3M

As I waited in my car outside the Volcano community center to pick up free ash/particle protection masks (donated by 3M and distributed by the Hawaii Department of Health), my car rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from a series of 2 pointer earthquakes.  Earlier in the day, I was driving when a 4.0 struck, and before I realized it was a quake, I thought something was terribly wrong with my old CRV.

Fortunately my air purification unit arrived because I’m gonna need it this weekend: the trades are expected to still.  Most years Memorial Day weekend is a time of beach parties; the State parks are full of families grilling, fishing, drinking, and watching kids learn to surf, but not this year, not in Puna.

summit cluster

This shot is of today’s quakes near the summit, suggesting an explosion preparation party. Glad I got the air purifier.  And the masks. And that I have no outdoor plans for the long weekend.

Lava: Transforming land, transforming lives

Today a friend told me the story of losing her home to lava – in 1992.  The tale began with her tinkering in the yard of her Kalapana Gardens house on January 3, 1983, when she heard a jet pass low overhead, only it wasn’t a jet and it didn’t pass: it was, in her words, “the birth of Puʻu ʻŌʻō.”  She could see the initial fountaining from her driveway; the photo above was the beginning of the end of a life that she knew.

Access to her property was cut off by a flow at some point; the county bulldozed a way in, but her home was ultimately consumed by lava in 1992.

That’s nine years of a life.

Yet . . . her story was absolutely not one of regret and despair.  She spoke of the event as a catalyst for transforming lives in wonderful ways: of people getting sober; of temporary roommates morphing into life-long, life-affirming friendships; of reconciliations; of divorces; of making it crystal clear what is actually important in life.

What I find astonishing about this is that I have been friends with this person for at least 15 years, yet this is the first time I heard this story.  In other words, the heart of who she is is not that terrifying time but the wondrous changes that followed. I was wowed.

And now for something completely different: this morning, and I’m not quite sure why although I bet a psychologist might have an idea, I put my house somewhat back in order by returning art to walls, restocking shelves, reperching plants.  Hopefully I am not daring the earthquake boss.

And lastly, the image below was in the news today.  A reality check for me.  I have to admit, though, the image on the left feels truer to me, even though the one on the right is factual.

comparing maps

Daily quakes: my new norm

While standing at my kitchen sink washing dishes this morning, I calm-as-I-could-be reacted to the shaking of my house from another earthquake: I focused on its duration, its intensity, and of course whether or not I should run, not screaming, out my front door and down the stairs to the relative safety of the great outdoors.

It turned out to be a small quake: a 3.4, about 13 km away from me and 7.3 km deep.  In the final analysis, not a big deal.  But during it, waiting to see how it played out, it was a very big deal.  Before it happened this morning, I had come to feel some hope; it had been more than a day since my house shook that much.  Also, the language in the alerts from the Hawaii Volcano Observatory has been gentler lately: the words “small amount” and “minor” have been employed, and I was started to relax a bit.

Okay, so that was dumb of me.

However, there are things that are good: the image above is from May 6, and the dots represent quakes in a 24-hour period.  The image below was captured a few minutes ago, and it is definitely more pleasing to my eye.  (I live near the “c” in Volcano.  The far right of the island is where the lava is terrifying people.)

few quakes

Besides fewer quakes, there is other good news.  A geographer friend of mine whose home is on the recently-in-the-news-a-lot Kamaili Road has found some solace wrapped up in this disaster; she writes about the good geography lessons emerging from all this craziness: “people are looking at maps (yes!) and calling Kamaili Road by its name.”  (Kamaili Road is often misidentified as Opihikao Road.) 

But the best part is that the same email also included this:

It’s been interesting here: one hour elated the next in great fear. We had everything in the cars except the cats and ourselves last night. I slept in my clothes waiting to smell smoke. A cop had come by at 5:30 pm advising evacuation.

I am trying to imagine how in the world she was able to fall asleep under those conditions, yet she is able to rejoice in map awareness!  I think this is so fabulous.

I have a bumper sticker that I bought from a woman in a parking lot in Keaau; it reads “Puna. Not for wusses.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Lastly, I have more proof of the invincibility of coqui: if you watch the videos of the flowing lava, not only do you hear the cracks, hisses, and booms, you can also hear the frogs croaking.  Unbelievable. Nothing shuts them up.


So many are suffering greatly

Last night I drove home from a dinner in Hilo. When I reached the turnoff for Lower Puna in Keaau, I saw the whole of the southern sky lit red from the erupting lava and accompanying house and brush fires 25 to 30 miles away.  Although I have spent the better part of the last 17 days reading about fissures and flows and fountaining, seeing the expansive red glow was intensely disturbing.  I’m used to seeing the red glow from Halema`uma`u, from the vantage point of my comfy bed, for goodness sake, but to see it in a place it ‘should not’ be, a place thousands of people call home, was a visceral shock.

Earlier in the day, when I first saw my sister, she immediately asked, “Are you all right?”  Apparently, I had a rather harried look about me.  Yes, I have been feeling stressed, especially since the 6.9 quake.  But seeing that red sky made me feel the idiot for all my worries.  The people in Lower Puna are suffering at a magnitude I cannot begin to comprehend.

If you want to help those folks, here is a link to a Hawaii News Now article about how to do that: help those in Puna.


lava for may 20 b

Volcanic eruptions in lower Puna are anything but over, USGS says

The statement above is going to be directing my life until it is no longer true.

Downslope, things are escalating: lava continues to explode and fountain, but a fresh breakout is surging precipitously towards the ocean; there are few access roads in that area, and people stranded by the quick-moving flow had to be plucked to safety by a National Guard helicopter.  (Lava has a way of moving people . . .)

In my possibly-excessive examination of the news, I found this ominous statement buried in an article: “What we found is that fissure 17, the big one that’s been going for a couple of days, is something completely different than we’ve ever seen on Kilauea.”

Ai yi yi. Something unknown this way comes.

But back to my neck of the woods.  Unexpectedly, the summit was relatively calm today, and I was able to leave a window open from morning till night without once feeling sick or smelling rotten eggs.  For distraction, I was grateful for the ubiquitous coverage of tomorrow’s nuptials.  I also made a (vegan) breakfast dish called Red Flannel Hash and a lovely marinara sauce, and it was another three-hat day.

Huh, I made a red sauce, a dish called Red Flannel and two red hats. Because Pele?

hats may 18



“Lava has a way of moving people”

That’s my favorite quote of the day (it was in reference to the evacuation holdouts whose homes are near the newly opening fissures).  Apparently lava also has a way of moving roads, as the above photo from Hawaii News Now shows.

It’s been a not boring day, as well as a day of conflicting information.  For example, Civil Defence sent out messages warning us to stay indoors and not drive because of the toxic air and ash fall, while the County told us to drive to various community centers to pick up free particle masks. Various organizations use color coding for danger levels, yet different agencies use different color schemes, so you better remember them all!  Plus, meteorologists, geologists, and vulcanologists speak different languages, and they aren’t clear about what’s happening in other fields; “I can’t speak to that” was a regular response to reporters’ questions. Plus, they are scientists, not public speakers.  So, all in all, good fun, if confusing. Bless all the people who are trying to help.

Outside smells like rotten eggs.  I feel deeply for the folks close to the fissures.  My throat and chest hurt; unfortunately, my new air purifier won’t arrive until next week.  But hey, my house is still standing, and I am very, very grateful for that.

Hat update: it was a three-hat day what with all the ‘stay inside’ admonitions.  I have plenty to choose from if you are in the market for a new hat.  You may think it’s not hat season, but I have some lovely light-weight versions, and they look smashing with masks.  I made an ash-colored one for the blendy effect, and they’ll all protect your do from ash fallout.  Win-win!


I’m going to try and get some sleep.  I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

If you like, these folks have some great photos and videos: Hawaii Lava Update





Shelter in Place update

There was an explosive eruption this morning at the summit. I was awakened at 2:30 am by the fact that my house was VIBRATING, and it continued to do so until after 4 (take away the fear factor, and the experience was not unpleasant!).  But the big explosion? I didn’t feel a thing.  As is the case normally, a Civil Defense warning was sent hours after the event actually happened: I received this at about 7am: Volcanic Activity Summary: At about 0415 this morning, an explosion from the Overlook vent within Halemaumau crater at Kilauea Volcano’s summit produced a volcanic cloud that reaches as high as 30,000 ft asl and drifted northeast. Continued emissions from the crater are reaching as high as 12,000 ft asl. At any time, activity may again become more explosive, increasing the intensity of ash production and producing ballistic projectiles near the vent.

A text instructed us to shelter in place; schools are closed; a brunch with friends is canceled.  However, the porch that I just cleaned a few days ago is currently ash free due to favorable-for-me winds.  Apparently, I cleaned it in anticipation as an ash-measuring tool!

Summit webcam

We’ll see how the day goes, won’t we? I may have just now heard a series of explosions . . .

Stay safe, everybody, everywhere!