Standing on the edge of a caldera doesn't make me feel all that comfortable, not to mention the slight scent of sulfur reaching from the bowels of Heck.
We've been to the Volcano House before. The lush countryside is a sharp difference from the landscape down inside the caldera. I understand Mark Twain visited the old hotel back in the late 19th century.
Marco took this of us. From the right, Tom, Bob, Susan, me and Dwane. I was about 289 lbs back then. Oink.