For Ennis Cave, the obvious first choice was in the flat bottomed valley near the entrance. That place would give me the creeps, however, due to my recent exposure to the movie, "Deliverance". (Link to obnoxious Duelin' Banjos Video Deleted.) There were whippoorwills there, as everywhere, giving their ghostly cries. Down on the White River bottom, not far away, the night freight trains added a mournful whistle.
My wife has reminded me also of the old Junction Cafe, where you could get a plate of eggs and meat even more cheaply, but you'd use several paper napkins first to blot up the grease on the plate.
The really odd behavior was to camp near the cave for the convenience and economy, then drive to town for breakfast. Go figure.
|BUZZ! Photo by Don Cuevas|
Years later, the end to our camping, whether for caving, or for "just plain fun" came to a sudden end when I realized that I really didn't enjoy it anymore. It was inconvenient, uncomfortable and subject to extremes of weather. Before long, I'd sold all my camping equipment except for the sleeping bags and camp mats. The latter were later useful in the freezing mountain temperatures in our thin walled cabin first home, high above Pátzcuaro, México. The end of camping was an omen of the impending end of caving. Later, I'll discuss how that came to happen.
I became a connoisseur of better hotels, each generation increasing in quality and price. The following article describes favorite hotels in Mexico. (Because we can barely afford hotels in the U.S.) This reference is included only for those curious to understand how our life style has changed. Don Cuevas' Top 5 Hotel Picks (Mexico)
We will return to our regular, cave exploration programming in our next episode.