Wayne Harrison wrote:More recently, about five years ago on Margaret's first caving trip, I was still wearing my carbide light when I was peering over my glasses at the cave map (I am nearsighted and didn't have bi-focals then)... and I smelled smoke and Margaret yelled, "Dad! Dad! The map's on fire!"
On my first survey trip into Wind Cave, I was resting in a small room out beyond Silent Expressway (uh, somewhat frazzed after chasing Paul Burger and Stan Allison). Getting a little chilled, I stretched out my tee-shirt and cradled my carbide underneath. And, of course, then nodded off and awoke to find my shirt on fire!
swm (don't even ask about the sardines on that trip!)