As I was about to thread my off-road wheelchair over an imposing tree root between a gorge OF DEATH and a ravine OF DEATH, I had an epiphany. Maybe it was smarter to turn around. Laura, though, had
other ideas. What could possibly go wrong? (Oh, lordy.)

Oh, Dave. That’s what the voice in my head was saying, along with maybe a few curse words, when I was trying to pee … in public, in broad daylight, in front of dozens of people. Multiple sclerosis forces those
with the disease to adapt as it progresses.

What happened when two MSers—one blameless, one not-so-much—unsuspectingly wandered into the middle of one of the most notorious neighborhoods in America? On a misguided quest for beer?!? The harrowing (and hilarious) story…

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So there I was, on my back, slinking feet first through a hole just 10 inches high. I call ahead to the guide. “There isn’t some crazy abyss on the other side, is there?” After all, I could only see rock inches away from my face. His response was not comforting.

“Yes, the cave eez technically wheelchair accessible.” Our Slovenia guide tried to illustrate the steepness of the path through Postojna Caves with her hand. Her palm was a few degrees shy of vertical. Clearly, it
couldn’t be that steep. So I was thinking one thing: game on. Oops.