So there I was in Kentucky where I decided to visit Mammoth Cave. I am not sure why they call it that as there were no mammoths except for my tour guide who should lay off the brisket.
I tied a string around my… waist… so I could find my way back out. My tour guide said that wasn’t necessary but he’s a moron so I’m happy I did it.
The cave was deep, dark, and damp just like my inner-most thoughts as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The dampness is due to all of the sweating.
I scratched my name into a rock about 2 hours in if anyone wants to go looking for it, they asked me to leave after I did that so I followed my string back to the entrance and off to the airport I went.
Luckily I got to take some pictures, here is my favorite.
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