Ingrid and I slept in that morning and then stayed in for most of the day with TV and internet at our fingertips. We had the plan of volunteering to go in and clean up the cave since with all the rain trash had gathered up in it over the weeks, but we were too lazy. The most we did that day was get some shopping done at Walmart and then that night Jason’s friend Dana came down from the Smokey’s to hang out.
Many a drink we had that night laughing and telling stories. We were going to head up to a bar in Sewanee, TN called Shenanigans but we played around too long and ended up not going. Eventually Dana went back home and Jason took us down to the cave.
On our way there, walking across a field with the full moon, we realized it was Friday the 13th and thought about doing up some tribal rituals or dancing around a fire with Pagan blood on our chests. Instead we played in the cave.
A fog hung just above our heads outside the cave as we came up to it up a dried creek bed. When we got in we started to explore a bit with our little flashlights and Jason with his glow in the dark helmet and mounted headlamp. Ingrid stayed at the mouth with her cigarette, Jason crossed the now watery creek with his sandals, and I scurried up the rock walls like Gollum with my booted Hobbit feet. For a good while we climbed and wandered further in, going about a hundred feet in or so before we hit a small little opening at the end and turned back. Getting back to the house we put on a movie and called it a night.