Well the day started with excitement. I woke early and dug out our clothes for a 4.5 hour cave tour where cannon and I would crawl through small caves.
We had to have jeans, boots over our ankles, gloves, and kneepads.
Well... Here lies the problem. Dad could only find one of his boots. I wore them Friday but where can it be. I tore the car apart. Then I woke cannon and gave him bad news. He was a trooper.
We went to tour office and they refunded us and booked us on a historic walking tour in the morning and cannon on a Trog for the afternoon. Kind of a light version of the one we were going on but limited to 8 to 12 year olds and parent couldn't go. He had a blast. Dad did laundry while he crawled. Happy Fathers Day.