I love Mt. Etna. Not in an intellectual, geological way, like the fascination my younger brother would hold for Mt. Etna. Not in a cult-ish "I-worship-the-volcano-god" kind of way. It's just that the huge, looming natural structure is so...
cool. I love to drive around the area and, on a clear day, see the intricacies of the mountain standing stoically in the distance. The feeling that I get is that the mountain is somehow comforting to me. I can't really describe why. I regard it in a loving sense, like it's my big, lazy pet. Wait...I think we found the connection. Is it that Mt. Etna - large, brooding, sedentary - reminds me in a bizarre way of my pet cat?? Perhaps.
I can view just the very tip of Etna from my house. A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to wake up early and see lava spewing from the summit.
How cool is that?! (Luckily the pet volcano/pet cat parallel didn't follow suit, and there were no violent, messy eruptions from Fat Cat that day.)
Dinosaur and I decided to venture up on Mt. Etna, one recent weekend. Visitors to the mountain are able to drive up to a certain altitude where dormant craters can be viewed and climbed. From there, if you'd like to go higher, you must ride a ski lift (yes, there is skiing on Mt. Etna during the winter), and then take a van ride closer (but not too close) to the active craters.
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View of a lower, dormant crater and the parking lot from the top of another dormant crater. | | | | | | |
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Venturing up to and along the rims of the lower craters was no easy task. The only ground cover is a homogenous mixture of small lava rocks, lava pebbles, lava sand, and course ash. Climbing up the steep crater walls was a thigh-burning effort of one foot gained, 6 inches lost, with frequent stops to empty the lava scree from our shoes.
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The vans trails are marked with poles, since ash fall is an everyday occurrence and the roads disappear daily. |
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Tourists gather round a steaming crater. |
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View of the vans, and beyond them, the active craters of Etna that Dinosaur and I view from our villa (which are inaccessible to tourists). |
It was nice to get to know my pet volcano better. He's not particularly cuddly, but he's nice to look at and good for a bit of visual entertainment. I think I'll keep him around.
Between potentially 1 billion year old rock in the Smokies last weekend and fresh this morning rock in Sicily, we have a good range covered.
ReplyDeleteGreat narrative and pics, thanks!