exploring & escapades

Hiking the Masaya Volcano at dusk. Rock, ash, smoke, sulfur. We peer over the edge; we’re close – the closest we can be to any active volcano in the world. 

Up the slope, the steep, slippery slope. The view – there are no words that suffice. 

Red smoke, red grass, red sunset. Jupiter glows over the park under the moon. Stars are everywhere. We are small. And feeling small makes me feel very big.

I climbed a volcano!