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OUR BACK YARD

suspicious and anxious when underground. I’ve been in caves
all over the country; from Virginia, to Texas, South Dakota,
New Mexico, and Nevada. Mostly all were supervised,
withgroup leaders who never lost anyone. Not one cave ever
collapsed.

And although I’ve done a little unsupervised spelunking along
the palisades of the Potomac the thought of them causes
shivers to run up and down my spine.
Of course I didn’t know any of that back then. But, out back
the highway construction was moving along and they had built
sewers connecting all the run off from our apartments and the
hillsides.

These sewers were walk in high. Five foot Squares opened
from time to time to empty into a small stream or river. I
assumed they were drainage sewers, not waste water. They
smelled, but it wasn’t bad, just damp. Down below our
backyard was one of those opening. This would be my third
experience and adventure with the new super highway.
There was a small trickle coming out of the entrance. It
flowed into the stream that eventually went into the Four Mile
Run, about a mile further along the hilly wood side.

I walked in. It was cool and too dark to see. By using the side
of the tunnel wall as a guide I slowly made my way,
occasionally looking back to check my way. My eyes never
really got accustomed to the darkness. From time to time

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