#13 - Explore a Cave

Every road trip I have been on, no matter what the destination, it seems as if there is always a big billboard advertising a cavern. I always poke fun at these tourist attractions. I can just picture the type of people you would see at the caves: a group of 23 screaming school children running around hyped up on sugar because they spent all their lunch money on gold nugget shaped candy from the gift shop, senior citizens wearing trucker hats adorned with pins from their many stops on Route 66, a newlywed couple in their 30's with matching fanny packs and mullets.

I imagine each guided tour is lead by one of the locals, dressed head-to-toe in khaki (think Steve Irwin), megaphone in hand. The guide tells illustrious stories of bandits hiding from the law and the children's eyes grow wider and wider as they dream of finding the hidden loot. The guide shows only the safest areas of the cave - the other (more exciting) areas would be too dangerous, someone might slip and fall and get their hands dirty...and that would be too much of a liability. The formations are lit with green, blue and red lights and there is a handy-dandy guardrail so you don't lose your step.

This is not what I mean when I say I want to explore a cave.

I want to explore a cave the real way. No electricity, no guardrails, no walking single-file behind 15 other tourists. I'm talking using the walls and the stalagmites as my handrail. The only light coming from flashlights being carried by the few people in my group. Yes, my tour guide is a local, but not a schmuck getting paid minimum wage for reading a script. My guide has no script. He laughs at the mere thought of it. He tells no folklore, rather he shows us the spots where he and his friends used to play Indiana Jones and set up booby traps when they were younger. And at the end of our journey, we don't see a red EXIT sign - we see a pool of water. We go for a swim and make our way back to daylight.

That's what I call an adventure.

Tossing Aside Monotony

I often find myself caught up in the hum-drum cycle of life.

Wake up. Work. Come home. Watch TV. Sleep.

I live for the weekends when I should be living for each day.

I have noticed this is the same kind of life most of my peers are experiencing as well. I am at a point in my life where there is much expected of me and if I do not fall into the same complacent lifestyle as everyone else, then there is something wrong with me. Gone are the days of irresponsibility and freedom from the 9 to 5. Two weeks paid vacation and retirement funds are what I am being conditioned to find important.

Eyebrows raise when I say I hate my job. "But you have it so well, " They all say. "You are making good money and you even get a company car!" My happiness can not be measured by free gas. I need to find my place in this world - where I am contributing something of value to society besides being the model citizen that pays taxes on time.

Although I would love to just quit my job and become a hippie, I am in touch with reality. There are bills to pay, food to buy, and no national health care means I have to have my own health insurance.

Somehow I have to get myself through this rut. There needs to be something to break up the monotony. Something to entertain my mind and keep myself always on the lookout. This is what I call "The List". Some may compare "The List" to a "Bucket List". Although it does have some similarities it serves a different purpose. I did not create...Scratch that - I am not creating the list (it is in a constant state of editing) with death on the forefront of my mind. Rather I am creating it with life as my focal point. The List is my way of injecting little bits of fun/accomplishment/value into an otherwise normal day. There are some superficial things on The List. Some go deep and have the potential to be life-altering. I am going to go at it one day at a time and see where it leads.