Showing posts with label caving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caving. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A more mature survey

This survey tries to go beyond the usual Pepsi or Coke questions you see on MySpace. Give it a try.

1) What is your favorite volunteer activity? And how did you first get involved in it?
That would be community theatre. I have always liked the idea of acting, and one day a friend (the pizza-eating Jew, by her own description) asked me to help with a murder mystery dinner that a restaurant was planning in Wichita Falls - Backstage Restaurant, it was. It mostly involved memorizing a list of points and clues that had to be presented, in addition to some lines that formed the core of the plot. I played the captain of a cruise ship, and I had fun and met some people that did shows at Backdoor Theatre. This led to an audition for I Hate Hamlet, and I didn't get the role because the director was understandably afraid to give a major role to a complete unknown with zero theatre background. Later, I tried out for Shadowlands, which had several minor roles, and I got in that, and proved that I could be relied on to show up and learn my lines and not ruin the play. After that I got major roles to play. I'm still acting, and I can't imagine giving that up. I am also still the webmaster for Backdoor.

2) Think about the people in your life that you care about the most. What attracted you to them? Good looks? Personality? Character?
I think all three contribute in any case that I can think about. A lack of the last two would probably keep me from really caring about them, but in the reverse order of the question. Lack of character will diminish someone's value in my eyes very quickly. Lack of personality will do the same. Good looks are not really a deal-breaker, but they help. On the other hand, if you're strong in character and personality, I don't care how you look. And in fact, if you look too good, that will count against you. Sorry, it's just the way it is. I can't help it.

3) How old are you by chronological age... and how "old" are you inside?
My driver's license says I'm 57. Inside, though, I'm probably about thirty, maybe 33 and a third. Sometimes, I'm 12.

4) What do you consider to be your own physical flaws?
I'm a little overweight, my eyesight is still less than perfect (even after LASIK), my hearing is less than ideal (though not too bad for 57), and I get tired sooner than I used to. I'm old. My hair is gray.

5) What do you consider to be your own character flaws? (Skip this if it's too personal).
Mmmmm. Tough one. But here goes:
  • I'm far too concerned about being accepted. I have rejection issues. Even though they may not be entirely my fault, that's still a character flaw. I try to tell the truth when asked, but I think maybe I put too much effort into making it gentle.
  • Sometimes I don't tell people to blow it out their ears when I should. But that's the same flaw.
  • I don't like confrontation. Yep, same flaw.
  • I keep lusting after Laura San Giacomo. Hey, a different flaw!
6) Name an experience that would be worth risking your life to have. Discuss if appropriate.
Walking on the moon, or a planet other than the Earth. I think I would accept even odds for that one, that is, a 50/50 chance of making it back alive.
I suppose I have risked my life to a degree while caving, but I have always insisted on good odds before taking the risk.

7) Break your life into chapters, if you can.
  • Childhood.
  • High School.
  • College and those wild hippie days.
  • My first marriage.
  • The brief time after that, as a divorced father.
  • My second marriage, in Wichita Falls.
  • My time in Midland.
  • My time in Houston (still going on).
8) When you stand before God on Judgment Day, what do you think he will say?
I'm not sure he'll say "Well done, my good and faithful servant." More likely he'll say, "Well... I guess that will have to do. You can have a small place with a cave on the property. Maybe a small garden. Just try not to track the place up with cave mud." I suppose he could say, "What were you thinking???" I hope not.

That's probably enough. Copy the questions and use them for a blog entry... then reward yourself with your favorite snack.
OK, a Reese's will do nicely.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Be careful out there, ya hear?

When this year's issue of American Caving Accidents (NSS News) arrived in my mailbox, we were frantically packing for our move to Houston, so we packed it away, and I got around to reading it yesterday. I love to read that issue, because sometimes I know the people involved, and often I know about the caves where accidents occurred, but mainly I love to be amazed by the decisions people make sometimes.

OK, I'll admit that I have taken risks in my long caving career (caving since the summer of 1979). I usually weigh the risks against where I want to go, and once in a while I'll do something a bit hazardous. But I think about it first, and that's the point.

I won't go into the cave diving fatalities, except that there were very few in 2006, which is the year covered by this issue. There were four accidents or incidents that especially got my attention this time. The countdown:

4) July 2, Airman's Cave, Texas. 1,000 feet into the cave, a woman "can't or won't" come back out. Now, Airman's cave is not a hazardous cave. It's long and crawly, mostly featureless, and they let just about anybody go in. So the other cavers go out and call 911, and the rescuers go in, and then she is "motivated," and comes out on her own. It sounds to me like she wanted some attention, and then got a bit more than she counted on.

3) September 18, Fitton Cave, Arkansas. I like this one because I know the cave. A guy in the Tennari Room makes the four foot jump into the room and breaks his tibia. He crawls and hops back to the Manhole entrance. With some help from his friends, he climbs out the Manhole on a rope ladder. Friends, I had trouble getting out of the Manhole, and my legs were both fine. Hats off to Jeff Holt.

2) December 9, Hoya de Guaguas, San Luis Potosí, Mexico (above photo). Alejandro Vera Morales was the senior instructor in a technical caving course. Now, understand what the Sótano Guaguas is. The entrance drop for Sótano Guaguas is 490 feet - nearly a tenth of a mile - just so you have the scale. Now, Alejandro is the last one in, and he forgets to lock his carabiner. His rope comes unattached, and he falls to his death, with plenty of time to think about his fatal mistake. Now, we'd all like to think that we would never make that mistake. But the thing to remember is that yes, we could, if we don't take the time to double, triple check everything when it really matters.

And now the best:

1) December 29, Antonia Pit, Missouri. Dave Wiegand, age 45, decides to go down a narrow pit he knows nothing about to look for arrowheads. He ties a rope to a nearby fence post. His wife and three friends are with him, watching. He goes down into the manhole sized pit, hand-over-hand, with no helmet, no light of any kind, and no idea how deep the pit may be. It happened to be 71 feet to the first ledge, then another 30 feet after that. Now, this is a very bad idea on several levels. You never go into a cave without light or helmet, because you need to see where you're going and you need to be prepared for rocks falling if on rope. You never hand-over-hand down a rope for any appreciable distance, because nobody has the strength to come back that way - try it sometime, I don't care if they do it in the movies. You never start down a rope unless you know it will reach the bottom, even if you have rappel gear, unless you tie a knot on the end and happen to be really good at changing directions while on rope. It took several fire departments to recover the body that afternoon. The comment in the article: "Need it be said that people should not hand-over-hand down a rope without a light where they can not see the bottom?" The amazing thing to me is that among his wife and three friends, nobody tried to stop him.

I suppose that the Accidents issue is the only sick, morbid recreation I allow myself. So cut me some slack, OK?
 
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