When I was going to school at West Virginia University back in the late 70's, Greg Adamson. and I went to check out a particular nasty crawl he knew about. It was a low west grim sticky mud clay and water crawl. Back then, we wore cotton coveralls to protect our wool shirts and pants. Now laying in 54 degree water and mud wasn't any fun but we pushed it to the bitter end and we were ( or wanted to be) hard men. We came out covered head to toe with mud. After the trip, we went to the laundry mat, found an open washer, and washed our clothes, boots, cave packs, etc. We than took the clothes and threw them into the dryer, went around the corner to get a can of Huddipal in a brown bag (great stuff Huddie) and set around drinking and watching the dryer spin.
A number of other folks had come and gone from the laundry when someone started yelling and cussing over by the washers. Seems that he had brought down his and his girl friends clothes to wash and had thrown all of their white clothes into one of the washers where someone had previously washed some very dirty clothes covered with fine red clay. Anyway, all of his and his girl friends nice underwear was now pretty much crap brown. No amount of bleach was going to fix that. Anyway, the dryer buzzed and we got our coveralls, boots, and pants out of the dryer, beat the dust off them and loaded them into our bags and headed out, wishing the guy well, hiding our mud covered faces with our hats and cussing the no good SOBs that would have soiled a washing machine like that. Geary --------------------------------------------------------------------- Visit our website: http://texascavers.com To unsubscribe, e-mail: texascavers-unsubscr...@texascavers.com For additional commands, e-mail: texascavers-h...@texascavers.com
