“I saw that! I’m serious, Daddy, this is probably not a good idea!” Kelsey chided.
Actually I concurred with her sentiment. I’d hiked a few hundred yards down the trail and back to the vehicle and knew this was going to be nothing like our strolls around the farm in Puerto Rico. But this was a family matter. I kept my own counsel.
It was a moderately strenuous hike to the actual site. We understood from the get-go that cave-diving through a five meter deep sump, climbing a seventeen meter high shaft, then crawling through a narrow squeeze made access to the caverns all but impossible for an eighty-nine-year-old man. Nevertheless, the admiral insisted on “…getting the lay of the land.”
Captain Croitoru’s English was flawless, which must have been one factor in his assignment. He coupled
