OK, so the maid here must have waxed the kitchen floor while I was out. And it must have been some new-and-improved super wax made with space-aged polymers.

For the second time today, I put one foot down on the linoleum and went straight down onto my ass. And this time, I landed an entire glass of water on my head.

I know several people at MIT who grew up in the Los Alamos area, and a couple of them told me I should visit a few caves they knew of in the area. So today I finally had a chance to take a break and drive the Bronco down to White Rock and visit Hell's Hole.

It took awhile to find using the vague instructions Mike sent me, but I managed to find the small inconspicuous hole in the boulders with lots of spray paint around it indicating that this was the entrance. Hell's Hole isn't really a cave, so much as it is just some interstitial space between rocks in the boulder field. In that sense, it's very similar to the caving I did with Cyrus, Stan, and Z at Pergatory Chasm in western Massachusetts.

But this boulder field includes huge boulders, and it's very deep. Hell's Hole just goes on forever. I managed to make it about 15 meters down, and there were numerous side passages I didn't investigate. I turned back without spending too much time down in there because I was alone and sooner or later, I'd drop the car keys down a crevice or something.

I also took a moment to investigate a strange grating I found in one of the roads in town. It was very large, and through it I could see a storm drain room. I found the discharge of the drain and stuck my head in for a peak. I had my caving gear with me, so I figured what the hay. Urban exploration can be just as fun as caving.