It was chance that led us to South Ice Cave.
We were exploring unmarked forest service roads in the Cabin Lake area, when we came upon a controlled burn. Instead of driving through, we took a turn leading away from the fire and choking smoke.
That was when we saw the Ice Cave sign. Jack and I agree on a great number of things:
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- IPAs are highly overrated
- Border collies are the smartest dogs in the world
- and you never go into a cave.
Before I go any further … I want to make it really clear … neither Jack nor I are interested in going into the cave.
We pull into a small dirt parking area dotted with picnic tables. A path leads to a fenced area which surrounds a pit. This must be the place.
We peer down and see several dark, yawning openings in the side of the rock face. Sure enough its a cave.
During the course of our first and dare I say last cave adventure, we notice a scurry of chipmunks leaping and perching just inside the entrance. Yellow-rumped Warblers buzz from trees to cave. Cool! I imagine the bat colony that makes this cave home is located somewhere further inside.
Glad we checked it out. Time for lunch and on to another adventure.