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- Robert Root: I'm the only one signed up for the cave tour
at the Ledge View Nature Center, but Jane Mingari,
the Assistant Naturalist, agrees to lead it.
Despite a fear of tight, dark places,
I'd resolved to explore a cave.
Now, I have no excuse to back out.
We walk to the entrance on the roofs of caves.
Jane explains how the solution caves below us
were carved by seepage of rain and snowmelt
that sometimes became underground streams
and even waterfalls.
The ground beneath us is honeycombed
with chambers and channels.
The Carolyn's Caverns cave system
is over 700 feet long.
It's accessible part of the year for tours,
but closed from October to May for bat hibernation.
[bats squeaking]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[water dripping]
[voice sounds echoey] Its first room, the Bat Room,
has an opening in its steel door for bats--
big brown, little brown,
long-eared, and tri-colored bats--
to enter and exit.
Jane urges me to explore two side rooms.
I smile gamely and commit myself to crawling and clambering.
I squirm on my belly in and out of one narrow passage...
[water dripping, clambering]
and climb down a ladder into a small, enclosed space
with a muddy bottom.
I hope I've acclimated myself to what's ahead.
We wander through other rooms and passages,
stepping carefully on the uneven floor,
wary of protrusions near our heads.
I bend, I stoop,
I crawl on my hands and knees,
and I slither outright.
Only one space is especially tight--
less so for Jane than for me.
But crawling through passages like the Whale's Throat
and the Kid's Passage
means venturing into long, dark holes
with no chance to raise my head
or propel myself by any means other
than elbows and thighs.
I try not to think about getting stuck
and soon realize I don't need to think about it.
When we descend to Carolyn's Cave,
the original entrance to the system,
we're 17 feet below the surface.
At the bottom of Dave's Sink, the deepest room,
we're 36 feet, four stories, underground.
[dripping, dramatic orchestra]
At times, bending to look down a dark passage,
I feel the lure of crawling in to see
just how far it would take me,
how tangled and interconnected the cavities might be.
Jane illuminates layers of Silurian strata--
fossils, chert, cave coral,
and miniature stalactites.
She steers me around hungry mud,
the sticky pools on the cave floors.
[sloppy sucking sounds]
Despite the weight of the rock strata above me,
the density of the walls around me,
the impenetrable darkness beyond this room,
I feel no eagerness to leave the caves.
[uplifting instrumental]
When we reach daylight, I feel no sense of relief.
I suppose you could say
I confronted my fear of crawling in caves
and overcame it.
It seems to me more likely
that I was too absorbed in where I was
to notice my fear.
[large birds calling]