Friday night, when the leaves began to fall from the trees and the air got colder, I planned a trip to find a couple caves at Murder Rock just south of Branson, Missouri. Josh, my best-friend from home, arrived late, and he and I as well as two other people began to pack the car for several miles of hiking and camping that evening. As I walked down the hallway of Youngman dormitory after getting ready to leave, Ethan sprinted up the stairs and yelled at me to go caving with them at Murder Rock which is where I was already going. After both groups left, I stopped briefly at Taco Bell to get some food before the trip to the trailhead. As I drove toward the Branson airport, I realized that I did not know where exactly I was going. After getting
