With a shimmy here, a wiggle there, a steady hand, and a whole lot of stamina burned, 10 minutes after being turned into a snared animal, I was finally atop the tunnel, wedged into the two-and-a-half-foot wide crevice.
To my surprise, when I made it to the top of the rope and unhooked my backpack from the small ledge, I realized I was in a better position than I initially believed.
Once again, the Goddess of luck had shined down on me and graced me with her benevolence because there, hidden from view from down below, was a teenie-tiny cave…well, calling it a cave is a massive overstatement.
In actuality, right above the lip of the crevice was a hole barely big enough for my small body to sit upright; so long as I brought my legs up and crossed them, I would be completely invisible from down in the tunnel.
