Evil Debbie gave us five minutes to rest in the cavern before we staggered our way the last half mile to the exit and up 37 uneven stairs to daylight. My legs were quivering. I could not reach my arms above my shoulders. I could still not breathe well enough to put three words together and it was time for lunch. Lunch was out of the question.
Kids are amazingly resilient.
I don't think I remember being one. Debbie, it seemed, was taking a group of Boy Scouts through the cave we had just escaped from and told us how much she had enjoyed being our guide that morning. Never have I hated a woman more. Ramar led us down a country road about three quarters of a mile with me trailing like an overmatched fighter who was one punch away from going down for the count. This cave, it turned out, had no lights other than our flashlights.