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“Caves. Sometimes it really isn’t air down there. And sometimes the surface of the water isn’t the surface either. Fuck going in caves. Never again.”
“For everyone asking about the surface not being the surface — I am referring to a phenomenon known as a halocline, which occurs when waters of different densities mix and separate into different layers that form the illusion of the water’s surface from below. Here’s a Reddit post with suitable, awesome (terrifying) images to illustrate it.”
“Fuck all of that. I went potholing once when I was a young teen. I did not know what ‘potholing’ meant — they told me we’d be going into a cave, and of course, being a kid, I was like, FUCK YEAH! COOL! I’VE NEVER DONE THAT!
Potholing, as it turned out in this instance, meant going into *very narrow* caves. Specifically, crawling through squeeze after squeeze after squeeze so tight you could scarcely breathe, in air that did not move, encased by millennia of rock that absorbed all sound. And there was nothing anyone could really do to help you if you started freaking out because there was only the person in front of you and the person behind. I stupidly thought I was being unreasonable and just needed to ‘man the fuck up,’ which is how I found myself balls-deep underground having the first real panic attack of my young life, trapped in a squeeze.
Some people live for that stuff. I liked to think I could be one of those people, but I am not ashamed to admit that I most certainly am not.”
