Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Cave Without a Name

My geologist sister came for a visit recently. Sisters are the best people in the world, and the most fun.

We drank sparkling wine every day and played like tourists. Floated on rivers. Swung on a rope into a 1,250,000 gallon spring-fed pool. And visited a cave. Geologists rock.

The last time we 'did' a cave, we  r e a l l y  did it, an Adventure Tour at Natural Bridge Caverns. Three and a half hours of belly-crawling, including wiggling through an 18" opening named the Vaginal Canal.

This time, we toured Cave Without a Name, just outside of Boerne, Texas. Gravel paths, walking upright. The hour-long tour through six cavern rooms passed too quickly.


The first thing they told us was to visit the restroom before we went down into the cave. This is what we saw when we opened the door labeled Restroom.

It was 104F outside as we walked down 126 steps into cool, damp 66F undergound air.

The cavern was formed from running water and, even in the current beyond-extreme drought, water still drips and flows.


Everyone liked the flow-stone (which Melvin, our guide, called Cave Bacon)...

and stalactites and stalagmites, still in process of forming.

My sister was impressed with the natural terracing, (seen at the foot of the picture).

Any day you visit another world is a good day...and there are lots of good days in the Texas Hill Country.

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