Lava; it is the stuff of myth, the lifeblood of the earth. It is what children imagine as they play pretend and hop from couch to chair. It is something that we all know of, but few have seen.
In our finals days on the island of Hawaii we descended to where the lava had covered the road on it's march to the ocean. We parked our cars, backing into our spots so as to allow a quick evacuation if needed, and then marched over a recently cooled lava field towards the Pacific. Right before the sea, there were a few trees where you could hear crickets and birds, making you realize how quiet and desolate our hike over the black igneous rocks had been. The final leg was difficult, having to cross over uneven terrain, but the reward was impressive; three separate streams of lava flowing into the ocean, creating billowing plumes of steam. As magnificent as it was during the late afternoon, watching these rivers of creation illuminate the night was breathtaking.
RAP (4.8.2008)
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Here are the postcards that were sent to Michael and Alex's grandparents and greatgrandparents via Cardstore.com. I think of them as a mixture of public relations and propaganda. Read enough of their lives, and you can consider yourself a virtual grandparent/aunt/uncle. There are worse things.
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- Robert A Patton
- Dublin, OH, United States
- Robert A Patton is the father of two wonderful boys, Michael and Alex. In many ways they represent all that is good in their father and his love for them is without bounds.
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