In typical me fashion, I agreed to teach caving again within days of returning home.
I was tired.
But the wonder was still there, underground. There were so many bats. Man, I love bats.
Unfortunately the students did not agree.
It was cold. It was wet. I like to think the suffering was good for them. I know it was good for me, it reminded me of who I am. It reminded me that even cold, wet, facing 9 uninspired college students, and in the dark, I know where I am. I know where I’m going.
Which is a good thing when you’re the caving instructor.
