When Ranger Julia insisted you needed to try the water from the spigot at the Kilauea Visitor Center, you resisted at first. You grew up drinking artesian well water in the desert.
You can even remember the afternoon the drillers broke through and how the water rivered down the hill for what seemed like hours (but was only minutes) as they worked to get the cap in place. You were wearing a green dress and the water came to your knees which really wasn’t that high because you were probably just six and barefoot and so excited for this surprise of a flash flood.
You think that nothing could be as spectacular as this water. And then you taste it and wonder how you are going to bring it back on the plane with you.