Spent part of my morning watching video recaps of people who died caving. That Nutty, Putty or whatever that place is, the horror of that story gave me such a visceral reaction compared other awful stories. So horrible.
But of course I am stupid and will watch others.
Hit the Design Market, but didn’t buy anything and weird weather, but I’ll take it. Beyotch that rode my ass in your Audi SUV may you get the runs at Xmas. Have made it to a late lunch and will enjoy my two-wheeled cruise after.
There’s this climbing gym down south called Bayside Rocks with a cool little caving simulation area. Two or three tunnels you can try out. Barely big enough to squeeze your body through and pitch black. It’s pretty freaky to try.
I haven’t had any fully claustrophobic experiences in a long time. I think there was only one when I was a child and I noped out very quickly.
It’s weird. I don’t mind weight, contorting or manoeuvring must have an escape hatch. I don’t know. Maybe it’s calculated risk, but I could literally feel anxiety and panic just listening to it. Ugh, usually I find I have this kind of distance listening to this stuff, but tight caves… Eeek.