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We had packed our fleece jackets so as to be ready, and I wore gloves, hat, wool scarf. (I know, some of you are thinking, What? In Hawaii?) I instinctively stiffened up to withstand the buffeting, which made it hard to hold the camera or even smile for a picture. I could see with my eyes that the sunrise was lovely, but I couldn't enjoy it; I just wanted to go somewhere safe and warm.
My blood was moving about as fast as the atoms in the volcanic rock, but Mr. Glad wanted to drive further up the rim for more views. I stayed in the car.
A feeling of well-being did not return for quite some time, and it was flowers and trees that brought full restoration. That story includes lots of photos and requires all of the next installment of this journal, coming soon!
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5 comments:
If the landscape is a bit bleak, the weather difficult and danger lurking, one doesn't need to be "old" to resist a bit. You did get a lovely several photos and the adventure of it must be factoring in somewhere important...? Ah the tales you've lived to tell.
Cool!
More beautiful photos. I especially loved the Silversword. Being comfortably warm has many factors, no matter where you are. I think humid places tend to feel much, much colder than dry places at the same temperature. I don't blame you for bundling up.
It's hard to enjoy beauty when you're cold, it just is. I don't know it has anything to do with age, since I've felt this way since childhood.
Beautiful pix!
xofrances
A volcano, sunrise and sunshine but chilly...how wonderful! It reminds me of our trip June 2011 to New Mexico and Arizona, the desert was hot, but got quite cold at night.
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