Why did I choose to wear shorts to work today? Is it because everyone else is wearing shorts at the Adventure Park? Yes.

But my legs are lily white. I will be standing in front of 28 people giving a cave tour, looking like the Pillsbury Doughboy.

Maybe this is just a bad dream with a paycheck…

Yesterday, two of my kids got to do something very few people do in Colorado: Ski on July 4th. We headed out about 4 miles from our house to an undisclosed area on Marble Peak.

The hike up was warm, and the ski down fun, if not challenging. My ski got stuck in a small bush that was sticking out of the snow like a tiny rainbow. I fell, the ski released, and I stopped with my head hanging down into a crevasse with water rushing down below me. Cool .

That was one 4th of July never to forget.

Picture if you will, a lot of cavers in one tiny, little area. I mean, cavers are used to being in cramped places, so flying coach is no problem, and riding a bus in Nigeria with 180 people and 50 chickens inside is no big deal.

But put them into one of the smallest, coolest, adventure parks (which happens to be located on the top of Iron Mountain) in America, and you are in for a treat.

We hosted the annual NSS (National Speleological Society) convention at  Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park. The park closed down at 5 pm for a private “party”. And what a party it was. I was opening and closing the airlock entry doors to the cave on average of once every 20  seconds for 4  hours straight. Whew!

The cavers were very grateful. The bats were grateful. The rubber chicken was a hit.

And I got to rub elbows (literally) with some of the best cavers in the world…