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Sunday 21 January 2018

High Adventure Deep, Deep Down

“I wonder what my mom would say if she could see me now,” mused the guy beside me as we braced
ourselves against the cold cave wall, “I don’t often tell my parents what I’m doing.”

“Mine are pretty used to me by now,” I said, ensuring my boots had their firmest possible hold on the muddy wall opposite, “Though I like to keep them posted so they’ll know how to pray.”

A glance at the void where the floor dropped off beside me, sloping down as an angled crevice which ended in darkness some fifteen feet below, suggested I could use those prayers about now. Shoulders pushed against the stone behind me, boots against the wall three feet away, I began easing my way sideways over the void.

How in the world did I end up here, anyway?

Let me tell you the story.