As we traversed through the choppy waves on the coast of Hawaii, I looked up at the cliff in the distance. What appeared to be a giant mushroom cloud surrounded a section of the cliff face. The boat approached closer and closer to the cliff as the air got hotter and hotter. I could feel the cold ocean breeze on the back of my neck and steaming hot air on the front of my face. Finally, out of the mushroom cloud, a stream of red lava could be seen through the plumes of smoke.