The first time through the pass, our driver explained its danger. If the nearby volcano erupted in a particular way, the lava would flow over the road we were driving on, into the town where we were about to have lunch. Twenty minutes would elapse between the first warning and the town’s demise. He’d thought a lot about what he’d do in that situation. If it happened, we’d have to go the long way around the country to get back to where we started.

If.

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