Day CLXXXII

Discustipating Water Fall

     There’s a boat that takes you on a guided tour of this marvelous cave system. It’s really cool, the whole thing last about an hour, and the kids have a lot of fun.

     Along the way to Howe Caverns, you will also see signs to Secret Caverns. They boast that they have a water fall, and are a great fun place to visit for half the price. You really, really do get what you pay for, you know. If you suffer from claustrophobia- don’t go.

     I think I silently prayed for the whole tour, which is a most horrendous half hour. There was no way out, my kids were in back of me, and me wife was in back of them. It’s a very narrow, tight path squeezing through the walls of the cave. It’s really tight, and I felt for the corpulent folks behind my wife. I prayed nobody got stuck, I really sweated it. It’s just a small narrow passage through a very ugly, and badly lit cave. They do have a waterfall at the bottom of the passage. But that brown water is just awful, and drops into what many in our group thought was a cesspool. It stunk! That’s when my little boy loudly proclaimed:

     “Diz discustipating, daddy!”

     “Ya kin say dat again  kid!” somebody, added.

     “You know,” I heard a lady whisper to her husband: “I think that’s coming from the toilets above.”

     The whole damned thing reminded me of the Canal Street station, the water dripping constantly down its walls, and unto the ground. Perhaps that water too was from the toilets above.