String Makes Sense!
If we are going to turn our backs on the technology available to us, we might as well go spelunking with candles and wet matches. Everyone will admit that the introduction of the mini-mag flashlight revolutionized our sport. For the first time, spelunkers had a lightweight, reliable source of light that would fit in our mouths when necessary (try that with one of those old D-cell flashlights and you'll appreciate the difference). Likewise, modern string safety reels, available from any of several spelunking speciality dealers, make the use of string quick, easy--and mandatory!
Those who advocate the so-called sport of "free spelunking" are nothing more than thrill-seeking daredevils who threaten the established reputation of our club. They brag that they have explored a cave or two, maybe dozens of caves, without the use of string, as if that proves anything. Well, their luck cannot last forever. We've all experienced mini-mag failure at one time or another. Will these daredevils be able to find their way out in the dark without the reassuring guidance of a safety string? I think not.
The bottom line is this: responsible spelunkers know that string is here to stay!
--Ozzy Johnson
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String is for Idiots!
When Andy Brown, one of the pioneers of our sport, first began spelunking without the aid of string, some members of the American Spelunking Club attempted to expell him from the organization. We've come a long way since then, baby. Sure, there was a time when string was rightly on the list of the "two essentials" for safe spelunking, but that time is past!
Those who still use string do so because they simply cannot accept the cave on its own terms. When faced with a challenge, they spend their energy eliminating the problem rather than building up their bodies and techniques to rise to it. Those who are afraid to enter a cavern without a umbilical cord to the surface should do their spelunking in Ruby Falls.
Long ago organized spelunkers agreed that the use of spray paint was an eyesore. I suggest that it was something more: an affront to our own self-respect as explorers. To me, string represents that same sort of embarassment. Call me a renegade, call me a daredevil, but I am and my companions are going to continue to explore without string, to accept the cavern on its own terms. Those who think otherwise had damn well better steer clear.
--Dave Donson
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