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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Two years in the deep

I remember feeling The Call before the DRC went public nearly ten years ago but I wasn't able to actually come here until just a few years ago.  I remember doing everything I could to keep up with the events in the cavern.  When the DRC left it pained me, but I found hope as I learned of a whole tapestry that was being created by explorers who refused to leave. I followed various forums, read The Archiver, listened to The Cavern Today, and even watched the crappy little webcam the DRC hosted for a while.  None of it was enough.  I just wanted to take the journey myself.

Finally the DRC returned and still I waited and listened.  A few of my friends took the journey and came back with stories that made my imagination run wild.  I wanted to be an explorer.  I wanted to travel to the ancient URU.  Then the news came that the DRC had run out of funding and that the cavern would be closing again.  I cried.  I'm not ashamed of it.  To me, D'ni represented a dream and a hope I had held out for for years.  A place I felt called to.  A place filled with people I had never met yet felt a deep kinship with.  That feeling never leaves  you.

I guess I was never able to reconcile that feeling.  The Call.  One day I took a train to Albuquerque, New Mexico.  I stayed with a cousin of mine.  I didn't have to tell him I was searching for something.  I doubted he'd believe that I'd find anything in that desert.

The next day I took a series of buses from Albuquerque to Carlsbad.  At a diner in Carlsbad I saw a photo that caught my eye and asked if someone could take me there.  I hitched a ride out into the middle of the desert until the road vanished and the driver refused to go any further.  I thanked him and set out towards the feature in the distance.  And the rest?  Well, the rest is history.  I took Yeesha's journey.  It stuck with me.  I've been here ever since.

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