Had to be a kick-ass ride, one you wish video cameras were cheap enough for we peons to have back then.
No doubt about that...but it was 1977, and the pilot had a bit of a swagger, maybe former WO, and it was just the three of us over, ummm, unoccupied territory, his only charter for the day and hell, a chance to fly and show off to my wife, as was understable.
As for the cloud cover, it was the typical morning capture by the volcano, not all that deep, but still...
After the fly around inside the crater, the return was a more sedate run back up the coast to show us the best small beaches.
Back in NYC, we dined out on that story for months and almost forty years later still a very vivid memory.
Guessing from your nick, you’ve had a few such rides...