Being a cave explorer, I have plenty of protective gear and experience underground. This would be an adventure, but not near as fun as going caving. Plus, the dirt would be dirtier, from all the raccoon leavings and old fiberglass insulation.
My cousin Erin and my friend Bill helped get the insulation underground. Erin tried but was not able to take a picture of me other than this one.
	GHI had left the access hatch unlocked, so all I had to do was open it and go in.
But of course, nothing is ever that easy. The crawlspace is only 18" high, and getting in and out took some effort. I put a concrete block in that I could sit on to help me get in and out.
	I needed quite a bit of equipment. We added the exhaust fan later, but Erin needed help plugging it in to the shed next door, then she set it to force air into the crawlspace, instead of pulling it out. We got it working eventually.
As I said, there wasn't much room to work, even by the access door. But below the sewer lines at the back of the house, the ceiling was 3-4' high, so I was able to put in insulation all along there. But getting back there was quite a squeeze!
	I found that after the first 3 runs, the contractors had put in very skimpy insulation. I covered it with R13, 3" thick, and where the insulation was nonexistent, I put in 5" thick plastic-wrapped R19.
I started at 9:30, came out for lunch at 1, and went back in at 3. By 5:30, I had lost all enthusiasm for the project, plus the rest of the insulation looked relatively okay to me, and it was inaccessible behind pipes.
		As in caving, the real world looked very strange when I came out. Now all I had to do is get out of the access way, put all my equipment away, wash my clothes a few times, and take a long bath. Erin fixed an excellent Turkey Dinner, and we watched TV until we got too tired to stay up. We went to bed at 8.

Doug Love, 3-D Plateau Place, Greenbelt, MD 20770