Under Section Dock, Former Manifold Alpha facility White Mountains, NH Gino Ravenelli could not believe the day he was having. He was wearing the pony bottle and the dive mask, thank God, so they kept the raw sewage from entering his nose, mouth or eyes, but he couldn’t see a thing. He had lowered himself into the muck and swum under it to a lateral tunnel near the base of the cistern. Even with the facemask blocking the stench, just the idea that he was swimming under a river of shit made his skin crawl. It was as if his body instantly recognized it was in a place it should not be. In addition to nausea, he felt wild disorientation and his muscles cramped as he felt his way along the tunnel wall with his hand outstretched in front of him. It was a standard sewer tunnel—just large enough for him to wriggle through it, the mushy solids and slime easing his passage. He found it easier on him if he closed his eyes as he went. It wasn’t as if he could see anything out the facemask anyway.
