Here's some pictures from Mammoth Cave in Kentucky--Scott chose the pictures, but it became my job to label them. Here we are at the entrance. I did get a stamp in my national park passport!
I had visited the cave before on a family vacation. I think it was the summer right before 7th grade. Scott hadn't been there before.
This was one of my favorite parts of the tour--Fat Man's Misery. It was originally filled with sand, and in the early days of tourism in the cave they dug out the sand, and there was a nice pathway in the rock! However, it is thin, and it gets low!
This was what they originally called the Bottomless Pit. When they first led tours, it was by torch light, so they couldn't see to the bottomw. When they dropped burning paper, they would land in water or sand, so they never heard anything land, and thought it was bottomless. Now we know better.
Hey, it's a picture with Scott! Somehow when Scott chooses the pictures, they are mostly of me...
The night before Scott and I went to Mammoth Cave, we had a conversation at supper about dairy cows. Lance mentioned that he has always wondered what happened to dairy cows when they were past their prime. I don't have a lot of farm experience, so I couldn't answer. On the way home from the Cave, we saw a sign by the side of the road that explained it all: