It's funny. I never really liked caving all that much. My father was a miner and often took me down into the mine shafts for a looksee. But the idea of crawling around on my stomach just doesn't sit well with me. Probably because page 6 is exactly the kind of thing I
like to avoid or maybe because I have more of a keg instead of a six-pack or something. I'd rather do what my dad used to do, drill a hole, jam a stick of dynamite in and blow a bigger hole out.
