Recently, I enjoyed a Sicilian sojourn with my wife Adele, youngest son Jon, his wife Adrienne, and their two sons Petey and Brock. Landing in the Land of Lampedusa, we decided to start our Sicilian safari by paying respects to the active volcano, Mount Etna. Skiing that terrorizing inferno stubbornly stood out on my bucket list.

I’d successfully accomplished the first item on my agenda by actually running with the hard-hitting bulls in Pamplona, Spain. That episode took place a quarter century ago. Now, I faced the burden of the accumulation of calendar pages. This skiing adventure seemed even more challenging. Still, my son Jon insisted that we scout the legendary mount.