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This was the most amazing Halloween night of my life. That is still true.
My parents woke us up in the middle of the night, and... Well, read the diary page. Then I'll say more.
The parents weren't saying anything about why or where, just that we were going out in the middle of the night. Halfway there -- at least in terms of time -- we switched to horseback. Of course, the horses were used to handling this route in the dark; night is the best, most dramatic time to view a volcano. We rode across fields many feet deep in rough rocks. The horses were OK because a path had been mostly flattened across the tops of the rocks.
We finally reached a hill and stopped. Our vantage point looked over a flat valley at least a mile wide. On the other side, we could see a truncated cone of a mountain silhouetted against the sky. There were red glowing sparks being spewed from the mountain, sparks that landed on the slope and crept down the hill still glowing. Except... It was a mile away, and the sparks had to be huge, red-hot boulders.
As the sun rose, it was harder to see the glowing sparks; they were most clearly visible at night. But now we could see the cloud of volcanic gases rising from the top of the mountain. We could also see that the flat valley was many feet deep in the sort of rocks we had been riding over. Of course, now we knew that the rocks were lava, cooled and solidified.
Two memorable things from the ride back to the stable: