The Folsom Caves Migration

The migration to Folsom Caves was in early August. We had it in our heads that it would be fun to go crawling around in some caves, you know, spelunking. New. Different. Twisty. Fun!!!!

And - not what we bargained for. We came totally unprepared - shorts, T-shirts, tennis shoes, and, at most a couple of flashlights or headlamps between us. On our way up to the caves, we encountered many others in full gear - helmets, boots, gloves, and full body suits. The ones on their way down were muddy and wet. We were afraid we'd not get to spelunking at all.

When we got to the end of the trail that leads to the caves, what we found was a 2ft diameter pipe that you were supposed to crawl about 50 ft down through to get into the main caves. No way in hell any of us were going down that pipe. Disappointment set in..... Until...

We found another entrance! A full 50 yards or so of stand-up-in sized caves. Dark, narrow, harrowing in places, and one of them came out on the other side of the mountain. The perfect amount of fun for a few flies as ourselves, just enough to fulfill our spelunking needs. Then it was back to the campsite for some grub & good chillin'

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