HASTINGS, Minn. — Greg Brick coughed years of cave dust from his lungs, his breath condensing in the cold winter morning.
He crawled as deep into the cave as he could, inching forward on his stomach, using his forearms to pull himself farther along the dusty cave floor.
When the cave ceiling dipped too low to continue, Brick rolled over onto his back and lounged on the bedrock.
Farther on, raccoon carcasses lined the narrow passageway.
“It gets so tight,” Brick said, “you have to crawl through their ribcages.”
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Published: Minnesota Daily, Feb. 6, 2013
Rebecca Harrington 