In Elementary school my class took a trip to the Subway Cave (which I believed up until this past year was a trip to the Shasta Caverns – things always seem more grand in our memories). At said childhood field trip, 30+ years ago, I remember someone mentioning that my flashlight might run out of batteries. Although I’m unsure if it was my parents scrambling for a working flashlight the morning of, a classmate or a well-meaning adult at the cave, the thought of being trapped in a dark cave with no flashlight scared me enough to not go in the cave back then. I don’t think I was the only one as clearly someone waited outside with me.
What I wasn’t told then, nor did I think of, was the 50 other people in the group, many holding flashlights. It wasn’t going to be dark in the cave at all. Ah well. I missed out. So when I saw the Subway Cave on my boys’ school field trip schedule I was ready. Fear facing time!
Cave day: The cave is amazing in many ways. Short but something to see. We had a guided tour, which I’m certain made it more interesting than just walking through on your own. It is 46 degrees in the cave and we felt it by the time we were out. I was able to snap a few photos; when I asked my boys to stay behind for a family photo in the cave, my oldest, who was being particularly un-agreeable Friday, made some snarky remark about taking selfies and declined. So not looking forward to the teenage years. Oh wait, boys get easier. Or do they?
Let’s just say, there was one incident where a young child was screaming to get out of the cave as he was scared, although there was light. My heart cried out for him and I fought telling the young mother to heed his pleas and get out of the cave, instead of shushing him to be polite. But I didn’t. I bit my lip and pulled my own little fellas tighter.
And as it would happen….are you ready for it?? My flashlight BURNED OUT!! part way through the cave. Seriously?! When it happened, I just chuckled. Of course the battery would die in the cave. It was my destiny.