Volcanoes

The Greeks called it Aitne. The Romans knew it as Aetna. Sicilians just call it home, even when home occasionally spits lava across their vineyards.

You wake up at 3 AM, which is a terrible hour for anything except regret and bad decisions, and drive through the dark Java countryside to reach a viewpoint

So you think you know volcanoes? Maybe you’ve watched a documentary, survived a high school geology unit, or just really enjoyed that disaster movie

Nobody wakes up one morning and thinks, “You know what the internet needs? Another volcano website.” Yet here we are. The thing is, volcanoes

In Azerbaijan, near the Caspian Sea, there’s a place called Gobustan where the ground burps. Not metaphorically—actually burps. Cold mud oozes up

The Mexican farmer probably thought it was just another crack in his cornfield. February 1943. Then the ground started belching smoke and within a year

Mauna Loa doesn’t explode. It oozes. That’s the thing about shield volcanoes that nobody tells you—they’re not the dramatic, ash-spewing

The frescoes are what get you first—impossibly vivid after 3,600 years buried under volcanic ash. Blue monkeys leap across ochre walls. Antelopes prance.

Picture this: It’s April 1815, and Napoleon Bonaparte is probably having the worst year of his life. He’s been exiled, escaped, rallied his

Iceland’s Holuhraun fissure eruption in 2014 spewed lava across 85 square kilometers—roughly the size of Manhattan—without ever building a cone.