Originally uploaded by Mic2006.
Carrying my fluorescent lamp with me I descended from the dry, upper level, down deeper into the system along a broad series of rocky terraces. It was the only place where I could avoid a precipitous scramble down the narrow shafts. At the bottom I found myself standing on a great fallen slab of rock; an oily-black river surface welling about my underground island.
I had visited some 15 years ago with my son and father and do not recall the water being so high. Unfortunatly I do recall the effort that we had to make to extricate my dear old papa from the entry hole. Dad refuses to accept his age and my son and I similtaneously pushed and pulled to work him through the tiny triangular entrance hole. I knew it would be a struggle for me to return by that route (more on that later).
Despite the foreboding appearance of this underground river, I swallowed my fears and plunged right in, the water was thigh deep and though I held my lamp just above the surface its radiance was unable to penetrate the gloom. As my good friend D says, there is something quite uplifting about a bubbling, foaming stream underground but this silently flowing current was a little ominous. D attributes the elevated sensations in a frothy stream to what he calls, “The positive ions floating above”.
I had to feel my way along with my feet as I was unsure as to the depth of river bottom. As mentioned before I had no wish to drop my camera or the lantern. The photograph above is of a slab that has fallen from the roof and my having placed my lantern there in an attempt to photograph the water.