There is something about going deep underground that I can’t quite grasp. I don’t know how to explain the awing-feeling it creates, but it’s one of my favorite things to do.
It all started almost three years ago when I went to the Cumberland Caverns with my adopted parents for a weekend of caving. As I descended the path into the belly of the earth for the first time and the cool air of the deep passageways hit me I was overcome with a feeling of amazement.
It was like entering a new world as I realized how much beauty and intricacies and wonder there was below the ground that we carry out every day life on.
When I went back to the caverns last year for another round of exploring and camping out deep underground I was pleasantly pleased to have all my expectations exceeded yet again. I guess caving only gets better with time.
Yesterday I went with some of my family on a little tour of some caverns near where we live. We were only underground for about 35-40 minutes, but they were wonderful and made me shiver in happiness (and perhaps because it was about 50 degrees down there).
It also made me almost prickly with excitement at the thought of going back to Cumberland Caverns and journeying down, down, down again.
I’m so excited about (Lord willing) going back to Cumberland Caverns this September and drinking in the adventure again. It’s a part of my life that I am so glad I’ve had the blessing of experiencing!