My life long love of caves started as a child.  My grandmother is from Carlsbad, NM.  She has 12 siblings and most of them stayed in the town.  We would go there often and see the caverns every time.  I actually know the names of the structures and paths.  I remember when they had the box lunches with the cute little picture from the 1960's on it.  I went back for Christmas a few years ago and it actually snowed.  It never snows in Carlsbad.  We did the cave while it stormed outside.  The site of cactus being covered in a white layer is one of the most incredible visions.  I joined Science Club at one of my high schools and we mostly did caving through New Mexico.  The kinds of caves where you have to crawl on your back through mud.  When your nose is an inch from the ceiling and your back is on the ground it can be quite nerve   racking.  I went on a mission to visit all of the caves in Missouri, which is the "cave state" for those of you that are unaware.  Many caves are on private property.  I figured most people don't really care, until one of them started firing gun shots in the air to get us off of the property.  Learned a good lesson on that one.  I have seen some incredible formations.  I love reading topographical maps and trying to find an actual spot from them.  The spelunking in college was a bit too intense.  I don't do heights or water.  If I am needing to jump over a river to make it to the other side, I start to wonder if I should go back to only public caving.  Each cave is completely unique and the ones that are still alive are my favorite.  It easy to imagine yourself as one of the Morlocks when the lights are all off.  I feel safe in caves.  The world could blow up and I would still be safe underground, for a couple days anyway.

Krypton Krypton
31-35, F
1 Response Feb 10, 2009

Your pants fell off. Ok, you just beat my story. I am laughing now.