There’s something about the subtext of “What the hell am I doing here?” that delights me. Love it.
How many times have all asked ourselves that question in some god forsaken crawlway or keyhole, or lost in a field with 30-year-old notes referencing landmarks that no longer exist? Yet still we do persist, despite our dismay. It’s caver existentialism in a nutshell. > On Apr 24, 2020, at 11:51 PM, Carl Kunath <[email protected]> wrote: > > > Chris: > Is it still your favorite photo despite not being Helmer? > ===ck > > From: Chris Vreeland > Sent: Friday, April 24, 2020 10:06 PM > To: Chris Vreeland > Cc: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [Texascavers] Historical Question > > Oh hell, I just got out my book & the photo is of Jack Smith, page 504 of 50 > Years of Texas Caving - not Helmer. > >> On Apr 24, 2020, at 9:59 PM, Chris Vreeland <[email protected]> wrote: >> >> >> Kunath’s photo of Helmer titled “May Nothing You Dismay” is probably my >> favorite caving photo ever taken. >> >> > > > Virus-free. www.avast.com > _______________________________________________ > Texascavers mailing list | http://texascavers.com > [email protected] | Archives: > http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ > http://lists.texascavers.com/listinfo/texascavers
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