Green Lake is gone

From Hawaii News Now: After lava entered Green Lake, a 400-year-old freshwater basin in Kapoho Crater, around 10 a.m. Saturday, it created a massive steam plume that helicopters weren’t able to see through for hours. A Hawaii County Fire overflight at 3 p.m. reported that lava had filled the lake, apparently evaporating all of the water inside the basin.

Google Maps is going to have to do a lot up updating.

And now for something completely different

On Friday I went north in search of Hawaii Island not under the thrall of the eruption, and to my great surprise, I readily found it.

I had an agenda but got distracted.  I made new friends.  I found indications of Puna Pride, yet I also spoke with people who did not know what was happening in Lower Puna.  I saw a lot of lush greenery and tourists posing in front of waterfalls.  I stopped into a cemetery I passed along the way.

The day was a relief for me, but a relief tinged with guilt I could not shake.

Here are photos in lieu of more words.












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

Live all you can. It's a mistake not to.

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