Lynn Peterson Mobley

We started our ascent of Italy's Stromboli volcano at dusk, as the Tyrrhenian Sea darkened behind us. It was a long, steady trek upward, but not an exhausting one. At the crater's rim, with fountains and bombs of glowing lava exploding into the night sky, we soon forgot the effort it had taken to get there.

We started our ascent of Italy's Stromboli volcano at dusk, as the Tyrrhenian Sea darkened behind us. It was a long, steady trek upward, but not an exhausting one. At the crater's rim, with fountains and bombs of glowing lava exploding into the night sky, we soon forgot the effort it had taken to get there.