I am celebrating Father' Day dinner at Long John's in San Marcos. This is upscale by my standards.
This is a long-winded story about my weekend. I had to work in the town of Deer Park on Saturday. After that, I had to rush to the Sharpstown area of Houston to attend my daughter's first ballet recital where she would be performing in front of the family and about 200 others. Little did I know, but I would have to sit thru dance routines of 80 other young girls, before I would get to watch my daughter's 10 second twirl. It seemed obvious that my hopes of my daughter going caving with me instead of ballet are not good. I left there totally spent, and pondered the idea of driving to the annual Strickland Pond Party. I got there about 11 pm, as many cavers were leaving. But I did get plenty to eat, and drink and swam for the first time in the pond. I could have easily fallen asleep on the inner tube and slept till sunrise. The Strickland's rolled out the red carpet and let me sleep in a real bed and take a shower. I hated to leave. Sunday morning, things worked out to where I could poke around in Kiwi Sink. Ernie was super helpful and coming by every hour to make sure I was o.k. I got 2-1/2 barrels loaded with rock and dirt. And loosened up a few medium-size rocks that should be very easy to remove at the next dig. The big news is you can now see way down into the lower passage from the top of the ladder. Looks like about 40 feet down. And a fat person can now go down there and dig. If it does not rain, it will be easy to fill 2 more barrels. The next dig is going to be awesome. I hope I can make it. I gave the landowner the headlamp that I just reviewed on Cavetex. He thought it was cool. I am about to make the arduous drive home. David Locklear
