MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
Back in college I had a buddy that was into spelunking. So, one weekend I went with him to a cave out in West Texas. Started out as a crack in the ground that we had to rappel down a few hundred feet. At the bottom were a bunch of bones from the animals that had fallen in. Then we started walking back - had to wear a wet suit becasue there was a creek that we were walking through. The scariest part was a place where you had to put your back against one wall and your feet against the other and inch over a spot where the floor fell away. After a few more rappels we got to the end where the creek disappeared into a sinkhole. THe trip was great, but I sure was glad to have some experienced guys there.
Later, we went to a couple small caves, including one where I stuck my foot into a small hole. Immediately, I was surrounded by hundreds of bats; wings brushing my face.
I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to do an exploration where they were tryng to open up a new cave.
Man, I love that wack shit. I need a cave!