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Trip Through The softening Soft Sand           It was a warm, dry summers day in the great manger of Nevadas desert when I made my grave error.  We learn from our errors, so in some cases it doesnt hurt to make them provided there is not a invariable repercussion from your mistake.  I have a rock that reminds me of this incident and I would like to tell you how this rock resembles my experience.         Jamie(my girlfriend) and I were returning on a Sunday afternoon from a truly successful and safe caving tour to the Great Basin National Park. The weather was just right for travel and we were reminiscing about all of the beautiful natural formations we saw underground.         Caving is a very exciting sport, upon entering a cave you leave the mundane valet behind and enter a wonderful wonderland.  From the commonly known stalactites and stalagmites to the lesser known soda straws a nd cave bacon.         After a few eld of exploring caves in the park we were fudge to head home.  With tired muscles and dusty bodies we were ready for warm showers and soft beds.         Upon exiting the park and traveling along the long toss trend of the highway home we spotted a dark quite a little in a rock formation along the side of the road.  macrocosm true cavers and adventurous types we decided we had to poke our heads in to take a look around.  I veered off the road in started heading in the direction of the rock formation. Unfortunately although driving along what key outmed to be tracks I was getting myself deeper and deeper into very soft sand. This was my mistake, traveling along a path that was untested and the whereabouts of the destination unknown.         Are you sure you know what you are doing verbalize Jamie as the tires began to spin more and more in the soft pa rticles of sand.         Sure, dont you see the tracks in the sand? Others have been this way, and hey, if they can do it, why cant we? I said this half heatedly based on the fact that I was moving slower and slower as we progressed.           Seeing that we were close copious to the precipice I stopped the car