I squeezed my 300-pound frame through that hole expecting others to follow, and instead I find myself in a strange new land, mostly alone, and wondering at this new life.

The hole in the sage-covered hill had been shored up by timbers. They were weathered and splintery, and looked like a picture frame around nothing.

He opens the door and reveals that he's kept the door from being locked by jamming a piece of clay into the hole where the latch catches the door frame.