cool.” She didn’t do a great job of
selling it, especially when she got to the
part about how we’d have to crawl
around on all fours the whole time, but I
wasn’t really listening to her anyway.
Caves don’t interest me, no matter what
size they are; I was only going for the
road trip and the hike through the
mountains and this great burger place
that I discovered the last time I was up
there. The cave was just a necessary part
of the trip, like stopping for gas.
After a glorious drive beneath the
endless New Mexico sky and a beautiful
hike on a red dirt path through a piñon
pine forest, we got to The Cave. It was
just as she’d described: a little hole at