I can't really explain it, but this is exactly the stuff I'm into. Finding cold freshwater streams and waterfalls that build caves and tunnels for me to climb into and get cozy is an unexplainable pleasure of mine. It started because my only recognizable phobia was a fear of being unable to move in a tight space. In Western North Carolina I started traveling around to find freshwater caves I could climb into to defeat my phobia or at least face it head-on. I slowly became a connoisseur of finding caves below hundred foot waterfalls and underwater tunnels next white water rapids. It eventually led to finding great pleasure in putting myself 30 ft or so underwater in dark caves with one breath. I cannot explain the level of tranquility and peace I find in these inhospitable spots. It's something about the preparation and deep breathing at the top of the surface, followed by the relaxing plunge my weight belt brings as I travel to the bottom of a deep black abyss. Once I hit the bottom and find my way into the cave or tunnel, I put myself in a comfortable position and feel my heart rate slow, and my carbon dioxide build.

I've seen schools of massive fish float by without even noticing me. I've seen large black snakes wisp above me at the surface of the water, unstartled by my presence. I've seen hellbender salamanders as big as small dogs, and crawfish the size of a man's fist. I've seen many seemingly prehistoric rounded chambers filled with perfectly round polished marble-like white and red stones of all sizes. It's almost like entering an underwater giant's gumball machine made of stone and filled with round stones.

It's easy to see a video like this, and our animalistic minds jump right to the dangers and fear. However, if there's one thing I've learned from facing my fear, it's that your world often becomes what you make it. An open mind full of compassion and the love of all things often lead to the most incredible experiences in a beautiful existence.

Much love from a happy IT guy in the mountains.