Bikes, Bat Cave, and Beyond . . .

It was decided that we’d stay close to ‘home’ for today’s adventure—we’d tool around on the Treehouse bikes and checkout local points of interest. 

First order of business: Find a bike with working breaks for the winding, hilly roads . . . and, bonus if you find a bike seat that won’t exacerbate sore elephant-riding bums from previous day’s adventure. (We were only mildly successful on both accounts. 

Second order of business: Ride. And don’t get hit by a truck. (Very successful . . . on both accounts. Except, when uphill was in order. My bike didn’t excel at uphill.)   

Third order of business: Explore Bat Cave. (Yep. You read that correctly. Bat. Cave. We're pretty much Batman and Robin (you can decide who's who) with slightly less cool modes of transportation.)

After rolling down a muddy jungle path, out of the forest rose an enormous rock . . . all hollow and massive and perfectly suited for batty lifestyle. And since we’re in the throes of Olympic excitement, we will now (verbally) score this experience:

*Bat cave breakdown*

In appearance: Impressive

In feel: Creepy

In smell: Icky

Overall consensus: Once is enough. This amazingly deep, gaping cavernous cave (Redundant? My bad.) was definitely something to see, but guano caked flip-flops and goose-bump inducing eeriness lend themselves to finding different local attractions for future exploration.

Final order of business: Walk to the nearby scenic lookout to peer down into the lush, tree-covered valley and be impressed by the beauty and the low clouds pushing themselves in and among and through the landscape. 

Mission complete.