In college I used to really enjoy spelunking (caving). Once in a cave off Keller Bend Road, I took a moment to stare down this one particularly muddy shaft. It was narrow to begin with, sloped downward, and got narrower ending in a hole. My curiosity had my mind plotting ways to rig ropes so that I could down and get back up but it was so incredibly muddy that I wasn’t certain even with proper gear that a person who slid down that trap could ever get back.
From day to day I frequently feel like I’m in that shaft and I have no rope.
