cordilleran
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Joined: 2/13/2008 From: Walla Walla, Washington Status: offline
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I worked in the hardock mines as a pup and saw more than a couple of miners lose their lives in collapses. Now in middle age I found myself tunneling into a creamer pit eight feet into a spider hole this weekend, headlamp and all. There was an aged cement slab overhead but without removing tons of soil between myself and the concrete overhang, there was no safe way to approach salvage. I decided to call it quits simply because several hundred pounds of wet soil compressing my chest is not my ideal concept of nirvana. I did excavate an 1860s 13-inch tall gothic cathedral pickle from the hole but damaged it with a 1/8ths inch ding from my foolish eagerness to tread where no sane person would opt to venture. So there you go. Now I have the angst of dealing with a perfect cathedral pickle sitting on a table (illusory) versus my stupidity looking at a less-than-perfect gothic pickle (reality) that I know I damaged because I was in a situation I should not have been in the first place. I'll give it away to assuage the bottle gods and trust my better judgment when it comes to obtaining that which, at the present, is unobtainable.
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Deep experience is never peaceful and all wisdom springs forth from it.
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