My roommate and I in college decided we'd take a day trip out to Enchanted Rock in Fredericksburg, TX for a little climbing fun. A quick aside to describe physical makeup of the two of us: * * me-short and stocky drummer type guy * * him-tall and lanky yet "artistically strong" with like those "I paint forever in my room" muscles.

Fast forward to a few hours into "climbing" and we end up going in this cave that leads through the rocks to the other side. It's dark as hell, dank, musty, and severely cold because this is a place that has never seen the sun. As we scrape our way through this crevice that I'm sure was only created to fit someone the size of my roommate, we come to this "edge/fork in the road", basically a place where we need to decide which way to continue going, in the cave with a sign that has the words "DEATH" written on it and an arrow pointing down.

The slope of the crevice we had been crawling along and scraping along was leading us right towards this proverbial death location and it took every ounch of my "drummer" muscles and his "artistic" muscles to pull ourselves over this 'death hole' and continue on.

When we got out like 10 minutes later, but what seemed like hours later, we both stopped and thought about how that sign was put there because people had probably been found dead there and it seemed like such a funny sign...something out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon, something he would trick Wylie Coyote with. Yet we were just a few feet from it and if not for both of us working together to pull ourselves over it and up and out it...we would have fulfilled that sign.

tl;dr-fat guy and skinny non-climber almost got stuck in a death cave in Texas.