After wondering for a while on what could be my first post, I settled on this five month old story at the Mamooth Caves National Park, Kentucky. On our way back from Atlanta, we stopped at Mamooth Caves, Kentucky. This was an unplanned visit. As it was already Post Meridian part of the day, we had to settle for the only cave trail available. The trail group was around twenty and we were guided by two Senior guides in their nice khaki uniforms. As we entered the cave, it was pitch dark. We had few dim Lantern to light the area. The trail was good, chilling, informative and so on. But the subject of this post is a fellow visitor who was in our group of twenty. I do not know her name. With my instincts, I can guess she was an elderly person in her sixties. She was in her white trouser and blue jacket wearing sunglasses. Her pet dog accompanied her. I started wondering, how can a old lady come for a cave trail. The cave was slippery, muddy with rocks and things like that. I can say that she was the most active visitor in the group. She touched the walls of the cave and felt them. She asked many interesting questions to the guides. It was a one mile trail which was slippery all the way. She was never exhausted. I appreciated her attitude towards the life. She still feels young enough to tour the places.
I came back home and almost never slept that night. I kept thinking about the lady. I think I have a lesson to learn from her. I kept thinking about her for the days that followed. Now the question comes... Whats the big deal ? A lady in her sixties being active is not worth an exaggeration... Yeah, may be... but let me tell you that she was blind in her two eyes !
