Spelunking

This husband of mine and I…

Spelunked at Natural Bridge Caverns...

Got lost…of course…not on the drive…not in the cave….but from the ticket booth to the tour entrance...

Was pretty tight quarters…190 feet below ground…water dripping everywhere….wet slick path….hot as a sauna… but it was stunning…and magical…and comical...

Because….there’s always a Mr. Whatever Expert...trying to stump the 20 year old tour guide with queries…if these pillars grow one inch every hundred years…how many years old is that 20 foot pillar…
Anyone? Anyone?...And sweet tour guide Emily wanted to be anywhere but there…delivering her canned tour jokes like…Bueller…Bueller...and responding to Mr. Expert pretty much with an ohh emm geee…

But for 2 hours we were all cave friends…oohing and ahhing over the mysteries of the underground….and immaturely chuckling at the 15000 year old bat guano…

And this husband of mine...agrees...