Non-dance evening in Hawaii

The day before we flew home, we took the road that ended in lava flow from the 1990 eruption that took out a community by the sea. A few houses were spared and some hardy souls stay on. One of them was selling cold drinks and Cliff bars out of her station wagon near a handwritten sign saying, "Hot Pastrami Sandwiches  Next Left".
 We parked and walked on to where a desolation of silvery black lava began. Barrier sawhorses were set up, and then an official road sign said, "Stay on the Road - Private Property Either Side". There was no road. We were walking on the cindery flow, beautifully marked with rope-like patterns, somewhat worn by human feet. Far ahead, we could see steam clouds where hot lava was hitting the ocean, somewhere beyond endless hills and valleys of grey rock. We agreed it would be interesting to go a little way along towards the cloud of steam. Perhaps over the next rise, we could see better.
Joe said, "Did you hear that?" and suddenly, a huge cloud rose up, so off he went twice as fast in his flip flops. My shoes were better, Clark sandals, but we were not prepared for the hour and a half we had been told it would take to traverse the desolation. I was hoping he would give up, but no, and in that wasteland, I wasn't going to desert him. Finally, after a half hour, he stopped to wait for me.  We saw two other people making their way. Then a sign, "Stay on Marked Path" but there wasn't a marked path, just some white marks, much smeared, maybe bird droppings, or volcanic debris, or worn paint, unevenly applied.
It took the hour and a half, until we could see the cliffs of the south shore and the red of the lava glowing behind the steam.
As we went back, somewhat cut by cinders, we saw groups starting out with a guide, all with hiking sticks that they would use to poke the hot lava. They would arrive after dark.
Thank God the lady was still there to sell me a green tea and a Cliff bar.
I might have eaten more, but I knew we had the boat trip.  Check out the crazy Portuguese captain's pictures www.lavaroy.com.
A stop at the thermal salt pool for a swim felt great.
Our boat trip, pre-paid, started at 7 PM at the only boat ramp on the south shore, just minutes from the thermal salt pool. We had brought some food for while we waited, but I didn't eat. I figured after a boat ride was a better time to eat.
At 7:20, Lava Roy brought his 5:00 passengers back. He said the seas had come up, so it had taken longer. Then he talked the lady who had had back surgery into not going. He mentioned seasickness. You have to take Dramamine a half hour before you set out, so I decided to rely on my dance trained way of keeping my inner ear level. It worked on the ride out, standing in the little cabin area.
When we got there and stopped motoring to view the red hot lava dripping down, I was done.
"Well, I'm going to throw up soon," I said.
"Sit over there! You'll feel better! Fresh air!" said Lava Roy, pointing to the foldable seat next to the rail.
And hetold the others, "Get your photos in!"
The seas had risen to 6 to 8 feet, making a miserable half hour. All I threw up was the green tea, and constant ocean splash and spray kept us clean. Eventually, I went into a trance. Riding in the car back to our little refuge was another miserable half hour wrapped in a towel since I took off the sopping wet clothes.
But I was better in the morning.
Joe said it was the best day of our whole trip.