What’s it like to be on top of a volcano?
Vulcano Island My wife and I asked ourselves that question when we left the beach and began to climb the thousand foot mountain directly behind us. Many years ago, on one of the Aeolian Islands in the Mediterranean, wearing nothing but sandals and bathing suits, we made our way up the volcanic cone. It was a particularly tempting climb because this island named by the Romans now defines the very term for mountains of fire. We easily made it to the rim of the crater and began to walk around it. Soon we were coughing and choking from the sulfurous gases. We ran into a group of scientists in heavy gear and oxygen, looked at each other, and decided that perhaps we should head back down. Despite several washings we had to throw away our bathing suits as they still smelled distinctly like rotten eggs. Sulphur Vent I was born in Messina, Sicily, and as a child remember the distant glow of the nighttime lava flows of Mount Etna, one of the gre...