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gesture. Gregory was just a few feet beyond him, transfixed. |
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I gingerly lowered myself down off of a small ledge until I was standing next to the big man. If anyone had bothered to ask me, I would have unashamedly informed them that old E.G. had just discovered a whole new dimension to his fearsclaustrophobia. It was every bit as disturbing and irrational as my long harbored and openly acknowledged fears of heights and sharks. |
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The reason we were pausing was obvious. The cave ahead abruptly forked off in two directions. The one to the right took a sharp right turn some 20 feet from where we stood. The ceiling was lower, and it narrowed down to the extent that I wasn't at all certain it was big enough to accommodate either Jake or me. |
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To my way of thinking, the passageway to the left looked like it had far more potential. |
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We started disconnecting the life line and slipped it back through the D rings until Madden and I could operate independently from Gregory and Kelto. While we were going through that little exercise, I tried to get a better understanding of my surroundings. At the moment, we were in a chamber where two entirely separate forces of nature had been at work. We had the nearly smooth surface of basaltic material which indicated |
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