Indiana Jones and the Volcano

Indiana Jones and the Volcanowithin a few inches of the mass. To my surprise,
Experiencing a live volcano was on top of ourthe air felt like I had just opened a 400-degree
agenda when my friend Rob and I visited theoven. The surface was so hot, I instinctively
exotic land of Costa Rica. The plane touchedjumped back a few feet. When we first arrived
down in the capital city of San Jose, and weearlier in the morning, the extremely cold wind
headed for the car rental to pick up a 4x4 and aand pelting rain had so neutralized the radiant heat
map to Mt. Arenal, the nearest active volcano.from the lava, we didn't even notice the
After an arduous drive through torrential rain, wetemperature.
finally arrived in a quiet village supposedly at theBut the heat was not the only aspect of the lava
foot of a fire-belching monster. I say supposedlythat the elements had concealed from us. I picked
because it was so foggy, we weren't even sure aup a small twig and approached the foot of the
volcano existed. We couldn't see a tree a blockblack mound that had gushed from the top of the
away, let alone a volcanic mountain looming 5,000mountain. Getting as close as I could to the
feet above us.sulphurous heat, I stuck the branch into the
Locals claim if you really listen closely, you canrain-drenched ground about two inches in front of
hear the beast rumble. We never heard athe lava. Within a minute, the lava hill reached the
whimper. By the second misty day and night ofstick and buried it!
no sighting, I suspected the local population hadSuddenly my whole body reeled with the
fabricated the story of an erupting volcano ininvoluntary shudder of recognition. For the last
order to attract tourist dollars. A volcano ofhour Rob and I had been walking on a live, moving
convenience. No muss, no fuss. Just somelava flow! And Rob was still up there running
imaginary rumbling every so often that only thearound on the molten granite.
locals hear from a volcano no one ever seesAnother eruption, three times louder than the first
because of the rain and fog!one, filled the air. My ears throbbed from the
Waiting out the rain, we were eating a tastydeafening boom. My feet and body registered
native dinner of red beans and rice at a colorfulavalanche after avalanche of crashing rock
local dive when the owner of the cafécareening down the side of the volcano.
strolled over to our table. Without invitation, heDescending the rough trail, I ran head over heels
plopped himself down. Miguel appeared to mein a panic, determined to outrun any rockslides
exactly as I've always imagined don Juan ofcoming my way. After a half-hour of the fastest,
Carlos Castaneda fame to look. His face was darklong distance race I've ever run, I arrived at our
and swarthy with a kind but inscrutablejeep safely sheltered under a broad-armed tree.
expression. Staring straight into our eyes, heCollapsing into the front seat, I fought to catch
declared in halting English, "You want to knowmy breath.
volcano, not just look at it."As my pulse and mind quieted, I was overcome
Being a veteran traveler, I have learned to bewith fear for the safety of my friend still walking
agreeable in a foreign country and, in general, sayaround on the moving bed of liquid rock in the
"yes" to practically everything spoken to me bymidst of periodic violent explosions. I began feeling
the locals. Not realizing the full import of theintensely responsible. I'd left a young kid in my
distinction between the words Miguel had used, Icharge on top of an erupting volcano! A
responded amicably, "Yeah, yeah, of course, we'dnightmarish vision bombarded me. I saw his
like to know the volcano."parents, who had entrusted their son with me,
Without another word, Miguel turned over mywatching local authorities dig through the rubble of
paper place mat and began to draw a crookedthe volcano searching for the body of the lost
line. We watched in silence as he guided the pencilAmerican youth. Feeling so guilty and worried I
over the grease-stained paper in absorbedcould neither relax nor rest, I decided I must
concentration. What emerged was a detailed mapleave the jeep and hike back up the volcano. I
of twists and turns with landmarks indicated byhad to find Rob.
little, kid-like pictures of trees, stone walls and tinyNo sooner had I opened the door of the jeep
shacks to represent a village.than an insistent inner impulse told me to stay put
Finished, Miguel sighed and spoke directly into ourand listen inside for further instructions. When I
souls with piercing, green eyes. "This map takereceive such forceful commands from my inner
you to volcano. To be with volcano-to feel andcoach, I usually obey. Quieting myself as much as
know spirit of volcano." Then he laughed softlypossible under the circumstances, I endeavored to
and cautioned us we would be scared becauseget in touch with my next best intuitive move. I
the volcano would definitely erupt when we werechallenged myself, Was it wrong what I did? Was
there. "But volcano not harm you," he addedit selfish and self-absorbed to look after my own
hastily. With a wistful look in his face, Miguelsafety and leave a young kid behind?
shared how he has picnicked at the edge of theAfter I felt all the intense emotions stirred up
volcano his whole life and the towering inferno hadfrom asking these soul-searching questions, I
never harmed him. His words only mildly consoledreceived a very strong message directly from
me.Spirit. My inner knowing spoke to me emphatically,
The sound of the cold, drenching rain woke us atsaying:
dawn. We still couldn't see or hear the volcano."You did the right thing. You followed your intuition.
Since the downpour discouraged us from anyIf you recall specifically, your inner coach told you
tourist activity, we decided we may as well getthat it was dangerous for you to stay, and that
soaking wet following Miguel's map to wherever ityou needed to leave immediately. It said nothing
led.about your friend Rob. Nothing at all. You were
We drove up the steep mountainside until theright to follow your guidance and leave. In fact,
rugged jeep road ended abruptly at a craggy cliff.had you stayed, you may very well have
I was very surprised Miguel's hand-drawn mapendangered your friend's safety! Had you stayed,
actually corresponded to what we found on ouryou would have been out of alignment with your
journey. We followed our friend's makeshift chartintuition and, therefore, out of harmony and
through a hole in a fence, up a circuitous rockyintegrity with yourself. This discordant state has a
path, over many collapsed lava rock walls andstrong tendency to interfere with another
past long-deserted fruit orchards. The trail endedperson's ability to tap into and follow his or her
at an imposing 300-foot wall of solid volcanic lavaown knowing. Had you stayed, you may have
flow so jagged and sharp we couldn't climb it.hindered Rob's ability to hear and heed his inner
Fortunately for us, Miguel had anticipated thisdirection. You took the most helpful, loving and
challenge. At the edge of the lava flow, his mapappropriate action by following the letter and spirit
showed a naturally camouflaged trail through theof your intuition. You following you own internal
dense rainforest. We plunged into the darkurging allowed your friend the space to realize he
primeval forest. The jungle growth was so thickmust rely on his own internal wisdom."
with vines and roots, the path so muddy andSpirit's message was a fascinating new lesson in
slippery, I felt we'd dropped into a comic sceneintuitive guidance for me. In general, and for its
right out of the Harrison Ford movie "Indianareassurance in my present predicament, I was
Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark." Duringgrateful for this fresh perspective. I never before
one hilarious moment, Rob and I both lost ourrealized the precision of intuition. I never before
footing and, clutching each other, slid back downunderstood the independence of one person's
fifty feet of the mudslide trail. Grabbingguidance from the inner counsel of another
overhanging vines, Tarzan-style, saved theperson in a shared situation.
day-and our necks! Our guardian angels must getAt the exact moment I realized the import of
a lot of overtime pay!what I was being told by my inner coach, Rob
Undaunted and filled with the rush of adventure,came streaking down the trail toward the jeep. In
Rob and I helped each other stand up, pullthe fury of the last violent eruption, Rob received
ourselves together and restart the climb. Clawinghis own internal signal to vamoose. Guided by his
and scratching our way through the rainforest,own inner compass, he immediately took the
we finally reached the top of the lava flow. MyMudslide Express through the jungle to safety. I
first impression was how very windy and cold itwas extremely relieved-and appreciative to
was up there for a tropical climate. The pouringSpirit-that my nightmare vision of Rob's demise
rain and dense fog had persisted, obliterating thewas averted. I gave silent thanks for the eternal
view of anything more than a foot in front of us.lessons I learned from our escapade.
As we inched our way along the top of theBack on solid ground, Rob and I were anxious to
volcanic rock, I remembered how Miguel had toldleave the mountain rains and clouds. We hopped
us of his many idyllic picnics here with his friends.into the jeep and sped toward the sunny western
Not very conducive weather for a picnic on thiscoast of Costa Rica. Driving down the
morning!mountainside, we both lapsed in and out of
Suddenly, a booming roar filled the air, followed bythankful silence for being alive. Perhaps the next
a very powerful rumble that reverberatedday, the morning's events would seem a great
throughout our bodies. We felt the Earth roll inadventure, but, right then, the very real danger
one undulating wave after another! Even thoughwe'd just survived remained very palpable and
Rob and I had never experienced an eruptionraw. Our minds, emotions and physical bodies
before, we instinctively knew this was thewere still remembering and replaying our narrow
volcano showing its might. The ground continuedescape.
to heave in unnerving spasms. People-sizeSuddenly, Rob and I experienced simultaneous
boulders sped past us down the slope. Flyingintuitive hits to pull over and get out of the jeep.
rocks were propelled into nearby trees, the sheerLeaning against the vehicle, we turned as one
force imbedding the projectiles cleanly into theirtoward the top of the mountain we'd just
trunks. We heard and felt nearby avalanchesdescended. As if waiting for us to stop our
crashing their way down the mountain. We coulddownward trek away from the mountain and turn
only see a fraction of the devastation because ofour gaze upward, the clouds parted to reveal the
the blinding downpour, but our bodies definitelyawesome Mt. Arenal volcano for the very first
registered the massive rearrangement all aroundtime since our arrival in Costa Rica so many days
us.earlier. The dense mist lifted. We saw exactly
A sharp electric terror shot through every cell ofwhere we had been hiking on the lava flow. We
my body. Its message was explicit andpinpointed where the tree line ended and the lava
commanding, "Leave! Now! You must go now toflow began. We'd been standing only a hundred
save your life."yards from the open mouth of the volcano when
I shouted to Rob, "We're out of here! It's notit erupted!
safe!" To my astonishment, he shook his headThe restaurant owner Miguel had promised we
from side to side indicating he didn't want to go.would be with, we would feel and we would know
"I'm staying. This is too cool!" he yelled over thethe spirit of the volcano. He said the mountain
roar of the wind and falling rock. He was nineteenwould definitely erupt when we were there. And
years old. His sense of novelty and explorationhe'd promised the volcano would not harm us.
was still stronger than his sense of danger andThe rain and his crude map tricked us into going
good judgment. I started to argue. I made zeroso close to the volcano that we did, indeed, get
impression on the brash, young daredevil.to know the volcano, not just view it.
Then another explosion rocked our world. IWas it the spirit of the volcano that sent Miguel
watched in horror as the heat, ash and force ofto us? -and turned the skies into a torrential
the blast denuded a huge 200-foot tree in onedownpour in order to obscure the treacherous
second, stripping off all its leaves and limbs. If thisnature of our journey so we wouldn't be scared
volcano could do that to a tree, it could do theoff? Rob and I agreed, stranger things have
same to us! I knew with certainty I washappened. One thing was certain. If we'd been
supposed to leave posthaste.able to see where we were going, we would
Jumping off the top of the lava mound right intonever have walked as close as we did to the
the rainforest, I bolted without another thought. Imouth of the cauldron.
threw myself into the "Raiders of the Lost Ark"Now, viewing the majesty of Mt. Arenal, we were
express mudslide, riding the flowing water andhumbled and ever so grateful for the experience
sludge through the dense jungle growth down theof having been able to safely feel the mountain's
side of the still-quaking mountainside. In whatpower and personality. As we were sending out
seemed like only a few seconds, I arrived at theour thankfulness to and admiration of the volcano,
bottom of the lava flow. The path was certainlythe mountain erupted again with an explosion
faster and easier going down than climbing up! Fortwice as high as the volcano itself. Two miles of
a brief moment, I lay soaked to the bone, restingelegant ash plume shot up into the dark blue sky.
in a mud puddle, my ripped clothes covered withThe event was quite dramatic and very humbling.
brown muck.We knew the volcano was responding to our love
Recovering some of my composure, I becameand appreciation for its gift to us that day. Then
aware for the first time of heat radiating fromthe clouds closed back in and our mighty friend
the lava flow smoldering several feet to my left. Isaid good-bye, leaving us forever changed and
crawled in the direction of the flow until I wasenriched by its friendship.