Heater Cave
Here we are at Heater Cave,
looking down a tiny hole,
You must pass on through the squeeze,
to see the beauty far below.
One by one we worm our way,
and leave the world of light,
Crouching in the entrance chamber,
now behold - the realm of night.
With hand-line secure in place
we're ready for the slope,
Slick and wet, a nasty fall
for those who cannnot cope.
By body rappelling, we venture
downward,
descending on and on.
On the ground we look around,
the blackness oh so calm.
Water dripping on our heads
as we make our way,
White formations, glistening bright,
contrasting muddy clay.
Come upon a large false floor
that broke way so long ago.
Another hand-line is needed here.
It's secure, so down we go.
Down another muddy slope
around the flowstone to the floor,
ducking under soda straws.
What does the next room have in store?
Behold the grand room in its
splendor,
cascades of flowing stone rise so high.
In the center rises the column,
seems to touch a darkened sky.
Everything seems to sparkle,
reflecting off our meager light.
We stand and gaze upon this wonder;
natural glory, awesome sight.
We leave this place of beauty,
up the slopes, and squeeze on out.
Nine from darkness, to the light,
return some day, without a doubt.
By Art Holley
Photos by Dave Bunnell
Pages and their contents © Copyright 2000, 2001 by Elizabeth Bunnell, except
where otherwise noted.
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