The floor of the cave is about 80 feet under ground, so the
entrance is a scramble down the rocks that fell from the
ceiling when the entrance was formed.
My wife and I had our 3 year old son with us and
Joe Orman and his wife had their 4 year old and 2 year old
daughters with them, so we were going awfully slow compared
to the rest of our group. As a matter of fact, we never made
it more than about a third of the way into the cave. The
rest of the group made it all the way to the back of the
cave. When we were all gathered again and back at our cars,
we headed off to find a suitable location to set up camp for
the night. We found a very nice spot at the edge of a meadow
a couple of miles north of the cave. There were blossoming
wild flowers all around, making for a beautiful place to
camp. We also had a good view of the San Francisco Peaks.
Setting up camp and eating dinner was generally uneventful,
except for some delicious cupcakes made by Pam Orman. Tom
and Jeannie’s son Jon and his friend Ryan made and tended
a nice campfire.
The evening temperature was just right and the moon
provided enough light so that we could talk around without
flashlights. We relaxed and slowly broke camp on Sunday
morning, as there was nothing planned except to enjoy this
wonderful spot in the woods. As camp was disassembled,
people left on their own schedule. Joe and his family stayed
in the area for more exploration, while I photographed some
of the wildflowers on the way out.
I want to thank all of those who came along. I had a good
time and got to meet some new Motorolans and their families.