Originally Posted by redmadder
. . . Still love the smell of wet limestone, the absolute darkness and cherish the perfect circle scar on my wrist from putting my arm up in front of the carbide lamp. . . . Thanks for the memory.
There are many places in which I no longer fit, and for the health of the caves, and the difficulty obtaining it, carbide is no longer common. Until recently, I still carried my carbide lamp as an emergency source of heat, and a way to heat in-cave meals. Now, I'm a hot old lady, and all I need for heat is a plastic bag as a warm-up. I snack on a can of cold oysters or a snicker bar. (Perhaps why I have difficulties with tight places?) Come join us again.