Gary found this really cool cave which was actually a tunnel about 100 yards long and 50-100 feet tall. This is the entrance. Gary had not explored it when he went, and I later found it with 3 dogs and wanted to tell him how it was by exploring it myself. I was very excited.
This is Chubs standing outside the entrance, warning me.
Chubs totally warned me. He was with me the whole time (which is unusual for Chubs) and talking in a way I had never heard him before.
This is the top entrance. Fortunately I didn't climb all the way to the top.
On the way back down, there was Chubs right next to me warning me to be careful. It was dark, I could not see very well. I fell onto my knees at one point, and told Chubs, don't worry, I didn't get hurt. About 10 seconds later as I was trying to get down some rocks, when I put my foot down, it was just air, I fell and hit my cheek and my shin on a huge rock. At that point, I told Chubs, okay, now I'm hurt. I started getting dizzy, nauseated, and going into shock, but didn't want to lay down in the tunnel. I stumbled out with Buddy's and Chub's assistance. When I got outside I laid down on the ground for a couple of minutes. Chubs, the healer, sat right next to me.
I stumbled to the flowing creek and washed off the wounds (maybe not the best idea).
Then I took these pictures.
I didn't really notice the shin wound right away, just the face.
Here is the tunnel again. Really cool place, but probably very unstable. Next time when Gary went with me, I wisely stayed outside.
This happened the Thursday before Thanksgiving, and now it is the Thursday after Thanksgiving. Healing now but still very tender cheek bone. Thanksfully teeth were spared.
