With enough thought lasting an equivalent to turning a couple pages you make up your mind. A thumb up and a high five let the old man know you’re ready as you both head into the woods. After a while he abruptly stops and spends the next 45 minutes explaining what spelunking is and how to go about doing it. We’re going to skip the details about that part, but if you really didn’t get all that… well that’s what the internet is for. Even in the woods there’s free wifi.
Skip ahead two miles later and you’re in a part of the woods even you don’t recognize. As you continue the old man points ahead and run to the end of the path, revealing a giant chasm going into the ground as far as the eye can see. Strapping on the harness the old man salutes off as he jumps right into the chasm. From the darkness of the hole you can he his old voice screaming in excitement, “Wahoooooooo!” it begins to fade after a while until it falls silent. Not to be out done and a little worried about the old guy; you strap your harness on and jump right in after.
As you fall you see the rocks all over you can see the bottom quickly approaching. With an almost natural instinct you pull out your pickaxe and slam it into the wall nearest to you. Using all your force to dig it in it slows you down until you land safely at the bottom. Good thing to cause in the excitement of it all you forgot to secure the other end of the rope. You know cause it falls right next to where you landed. “Ahahaha good one kid, That’s youthful spirit for ya.” There he is sitting on a right with a smirk and a peace sign. “Now let’s get to it boy.”
He gets up and runs off deeper into the darkness, scratching a flare against the rock wall lighting the path. Following him you eventually end at a enclosure with a large chest. “Now I couldn’t move this when I found it. Think you can give it a shot?” The old man motions to you. “This was a treasure hunt?” You mutter. The old man nods and explains that the treasure was the whole reason he spent so much time in the forest. He’s been searching for it all this time and when he finally found it he couldn’t even budge it.
With a quick stretch you grab the chest and hoist it on your shoulder. The old man high fives you and you both return to the bottom of the chasm and return eventually return to the trailer. You guys are treasure hunters now, which is apparently quite a lucrative gig. People hire you and between the old man’s brain and your bear like brawn no treasure is safe.
Eventually the old man dies and you go it alone. Your solo adventures become tales of legend… and they even make a movie about your life. But by then you are too filthy rich to care. Go Adventure!
The End
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