Some of you might have seen photos of this spot last year. It is a little gulley that leads through to a shelf that is totally choked with flowstone and other cave deposits. The difference here is that I had lifted my camera and you are now able to see the chanel from above as opposed to just from the front.
This was the first of many wonderful sights that Rob, Valerie, Andrei, Alexi, Greg and I had seen on the first time that we travelled down the adjoining passage two years ago. I had forgotten how amazing the place was until last weekend. I can remember Rob Strachen gasping something to the effect that this was “just like our own slice of West Virginia” and indeed it was – yet somehow it is bettter. These formations are where nobody else would expect to see them – Ontario.
As we were leaving the “Pilgrim’s Crawl” (more on that later) a rag tag family of seriously hammered hillbillies staggered past us. We were well into the bush following up a mostly dried up river bed. Thick cedar and juniper overhung the rock to either side. It was surreal, a woman in a bright yellow bikini and a pair of flip flops slurred out “youse seen the caves under the hill?” “Yep” “Youse go in far?” “Nope”. Several carried 2 litre bottles of beer and they disappeared off down the middle of the river, leaning onto each other for support. The last I saw of them was when I looked back and saw one of the children stooping to gather a frog or crayfish from one of the stagnant pools through which they waded.