On Sunday at about 4:30 PM Chris, Rachel, Steve, Ashley, Kristen, Kristen, Kristen and I gathered in the usual warm spot that is the vending machine room of Burruss. Eventually around 5:00 we headed to West Virginia, where God writes his e-mail address on billboards, for some caving at Trout. In the car the music ranged from Chumbawumba (Which gave us horrid flashbacks of middle school.) to Sublime to the Poo Poo song.
We parked on the side of the road and quickly got dressed and hopped around to protect ourselves from the freezing cold and the little snowflakes which were starting to come down. We hiked up the side of the mountain in the dark and reached the hut where you sign in and sign out. Along with our group name, the new caving slogan "Spelunk this, Biatch!" was written in the sign in book.
We climbed the rocks to the entrance of the cave where we were greeted with the comparatively warm cave air. The cave was dry, you could see particles floating around in the air, and the dust made Rachel cough like Ben Stiller in Zoolander. Some pictures were taken and we headed to the art room where we spent a good amount of time. Much art was made in the art room, which isn’t surprising as it is the art room. There were dinosaurs, faces, Mr. Peanut, and Kristen and I made a Yatta! man complete with strategically placed fig leaf, which caused some to break out in song.
After we were all done playing with mud, we went in search of the Lounge. Chris, Rachel, Kristen, Kristen and I went in search of this so-called lounge, and were about to conclude that the entrance had caved in, when somehow Chris miraculously found it, but by that time most of us had made our way back towards the entrance. So much for lounging in Trout. When we exited the cave the snow had picked up slightly and we made our way down the mountain, into the car, back to JMU and etcetera.