spelunking/some skate/more spelunking!
Este día pasa nada, cuerpos ardiendo colgando de los postes. Me acuerdo de Halloween.
hooray! actually I was psyched for this day. meeting up with Brian and Matt to check out some caves we had been hearing about since high school.
33˚as I was lacing up the boots. I fear summer may truly be over.
"hmmm, I think we found 'em"
looking up as I was trying to get to the bottom without slipping to an untimely death
without rope we couldn't safely descend into a lot of them. as you'll see, we came back to this one on our return trip when we were better prepared...well "prepared" may be a stretch.
there's really only one way to test out a log walk
"Hello?"
it got to be close quarters real quick
can't really see it but this is the bottom where it was filled with water. surprisingly, nobody volunteered to swim the 20 feet in pitch blackness to see what was around the corner. next time we'll dress accordingly
climbing out
we were under time constraints and sorely under equipped that day but we left knowing these pits weren't going anywhere. we'd be back.
next weekend. got to check out the new chamber. thanks dudes.
the following morning it was right back to the woods for another spelunk! I stayed above ground on dog duty while Brian and Matt took the first ascent. "Remember, whistle twice for a cave-in."
"looks safe enough. who brought the canary?"
jackpot
We tip-toed so as not to wake the bat
we decided shining a huge light on him was the best way to make sure he stayed asleep
this is how I looked walking under it
opened up into this room. I'll give you 3 guesses what we found sleeping in there.
yup
I made this diagram in case you're having trouble seeing them
"how long do you think we have 'til they wake up, start flying around the room and buzzing us?"
welp, that answers that question.
needless to say we shifted into high gear getting out. since the bats were awake at this point, I could scream like a little girl freely
phew, made it out alive. only lost a couple pints
off to the next pit. "the rabbit goes through the hole, around the tree..."
If you're gonna need a lifeline, might as well have it tied by an Eagle Scout
"On belay"
Everybody was anxiously waiting by the edge
For a good gauge on the depth, Matt is the black shape above Hawkeye's right ear.
my turn on the rope
we chose to worry about the little details such as "how are we going to climb up the smallest rope ever made to get out?" at a later time
2 points of entry
obviously, we went for the smallest most awkward one. hard to tell but he's flat on his stomach at this point. If your army crawl is lacking, don't even bother
yikes
it got a little tight in spots. I'm bringing a little spelunker's sauce next time.
traversing a steep grade in the first room to get to the next tunnel. if you slipped you were getting dunked in the dark about 20 feet below.
we checked the time, calculated our pace and figured we were just shy of the Mesosphere
flash on, lights off
flash on, lights on
flash off, lights on
the tunnel seemed to keep going and going but we decided to turn around and head out and return again when we didn't have to worry about leaving one man outside with the hounds
I mean, we haven't even scoped this one out
we found a way to avoid climbing the rope to get out
just had to mind your step when you bridged the gap
turned into a heated session
"You know what we should do?"
"doubles!"
for as great as this precise moment felt while I was living it, I can't help but feel a wave depression wash over me when I realize I've become one of "those dudes" that does frontside grinds in ditches. The inner, hidden meaning is deeper than I could have ever imagined.
Matt's back D's are locked. where's the closest 12 stair?
I'm a fan of multiple angles
"I didn't know old men could skate", a little kid whispering to his friend as I rolled by them.
Este día pasa nada, cuerpos ardiendo colgando de los postes. Me acuerdo de Halloween.
hooray! actually I was psyched for this day. meeting up with Brian and Matt to check out some caves we had been hearing about since high school.
33˚as I was lacing up the boots. I fear summer may truly be over.
"hmmm, I think we found 'em"
looking up as I was trying to get to the bottom without slipping to an untimely death
without rope we couldn't safely descend into a lot of them. as you'll see, we came back to this one on our return trip when we were better prepared...well "prepared" may be a stretch.
there's really only one way to test out a log walk
"Hello?"
it got to be close quarters real quick
can't really see it but this is the bottom where it was filled with water. surprisingly, nobody volunteered to swim the 20 feet in pitch blackness to see what was around the corner. next time we'll dress accordingly
climbing out
we were under time constraints and sorely under equipped that day but we left knowing these pits weren't going anywhere. we'd be back.
next weekend. got to check out the new chamber. thanks dudes.
the following morning it was right back to the woods for another spelunk! I stayed above ground on dog duty while Brian and Matt took the first ascent. "Remember, whistle twice for a cave-in."
"looks safe enough. who brought the canary?"
jackpot
We tip-toed so as not to wake the bat
we decided shining a huge light on him was the best way to make sure he stayed asleep
this is how I looked walking under it
opened up into this room. I'll give you 3 guesses what we found sleeping in there.
yup
I made this diagram in case you're having trouble seeing them
"how long do you think we have 'til they wake up, start flying around the room and buzzing us?"
welp, that answers that question.
needless to say we shifted into high gear getting out. since the bats were awake at this point, I could scream like a little girl freely
phew, made it out alive. only lost a couple pints
off to the next pit. "the rabbit goes through the hole, around the tree..."
If you're gonna need a lifeline, might as well have it tied by an Eagle Scout
"On belay"
Everybody was anxiously waiting by the edge
For a good gauge on the depth, Matt is the black shape above Hawkeye's right ear.
my turn on the rope
we chose to worry about the little details such as "how are we going to climb up the smallest rope ever made to get out?" at a later time
2 points of entry
obviously, we went for the smallest most awkward one. hard to tell but he's flat on his stomach at this point. If your army crawl is lacking, don't even bother
yikes
it got a little tight in spots. I'm bringing a little spelunker's sauce next time.
traversing a steep grade in the first room to get to the next tunnel. if you slipped you were getting dunked in the dark about 20 feet below.
we checked the time, calculated our pace and figured we were just shy of the Mesosphere
flash on, lights off
flash on, lights on
flash off, lights on
the tunnel seemed to keep going and going but we decided to turn around and head out and return again when we didn't have to worry about leaving one man outside with the hounds
I mean, we haven't even scoped this one out
we found a way to avoid climbing the rope to get out
just had to mind your step when you bridged the gap
turned into a heated session
"You know what we should do?"
"doubles!"
for as great as this precise moment felt while I was living it, I can't help but feel a wave depression wash over me when I realize I've become one of "those dudes" that does frontside grinds in ditches. The inner, hidden meaning is deeper than I could have ever imagined.
Matt's back D's are locked. where's the closest 12 stair?
I'm a fan of multiple angles
"I didn't know old men could skate", a little kid whispering to his friend as I rolled by them.
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