Taking an extended shower in airborne bat feces 100 yards back in an old mine tunnel filled with the fetid odor of a sickly skunk that had crawled in there to die seems like a highly appropriate way to close a long day of fun-filled adventure. kSquared, if you read this: Still didn't fall into any pits or run afoul of any lethal
aggro cactii, and those 1-Ups are starting to pile up like bad-luck pennies. I'm off to shower and sleep. Night night.