There’s something positively rapturing about volcanoes.
They’re mysterious. They’re glorious to observe from a safe distance. They’re an ancient ominous threat that could destroy our surroundings without a moment’s notice.
Even though we know they’re dangerous, we’re still drawn to them. People go to photograph fresh explosions or escaping gas. Tourists hike active mountains or take group trips on bus rides up the hillside. It’s like that tempting red button that says “Do not press.”
But we do press it. A lot.…