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Cannonball Cave |
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I shined my light all around me and it was immediately obvious that
this was a HUGE cave, and a very beautiful one! I was reminded of the
way one of the Apollo astronauts described the moon as “Magnificent
Desolation!” The ceiling at this location tends to be very plain and
dark, like the night sky without many stars, and the floor was a
rolling blanket of fine silt with odd, rocky projections shooting up
out of it, very “Moonlike” at first, at least to my eyes. This is one
of the most subjective things about cave diving I suppose. Two divers
can see the same cave on the same dive and leave with two totally
different impressions of it. It’s like music I think, and the
impressions a diver experiences on a particular dive seems to be more a
matter of the diver’s own personality and imagination. Every cave is
something different for every diver.
The features of the cave continued to change dramatically as we
progressed up the line, with the formations becoming larger, more
pronounced and chaotic, with stranger shapes appearing here and there.
I saw the skeletal remains of a turtle on the floor, laid out like some
fossil being painstakingly excavated from the earth. I took pictures of
everything I could, but some things were just beyond the limits of the
equipment and the skill of the operator. I did the best I could and
hoped for good results.
I always get a charge out of watching the other cave divers on the
teams I’ve been on as they glide weightlessly through the caves. I know
that is how I appear to them as well and it is an extraordinary sight
to see! I enjoyed watching Doug hover over the alien-looking
formations, his HID beam sweeping methodically across them. It
emphasized to me where I was and what I was doing. It was an image that
science-fiction writers would love to be able to capture and place in
the minds of their readers. But this was real, and I knew that if one
of us got sloppy for just a moment and dropped a fin into that fine
clay sediment, it could mean real trouble real quick. As a note of
caution, Cannonball is a VERY silty cave and divers need to be spot-on
with regard to their buoyancy.
We cruised along slowly, passing the distance arrows and taking mental
notes of where we were, and occasionally when Doug would draw a circle
around something he recognized with his light, I would go over, marvel
at it, and take more pictures. I had never before been so glad that I
switched to digital photography! If I had still been using my film
camera I would have burned up all my film before I even got a third of
the way into this place! The lights kept sweeping, the laser kept
lasing, the strobes kept firing, and I was one happy camper!
Eventually we came to a chamber that had an ENORMOUS natural bridge
running right across the center of the room, with the line running
directly across it. What an amazing sight! I tried to photograph it
completely in one frame, but it was just too big. I lingered there for
a while, taking it all in and shooting more images of some of it’s
smaller features. I could have stayed right there until time to leave
and been perfectly happy, but I’m glad we moved on because what lay
beyond it dwarfed the bridge on a scale that was simply breathtaking.
We had arrived at “The Pit”. Sometimes called the “Drop-off”, and it
was less a feature of the cave and more of an absence of it. I’ll
try to explain. The floor of the cave up to this point had averaged
about 60’ deep, but at this point, in this one room, the floor
literally fell away vertically down to a depth of some 240’, where it
tapers off and goes down even farther. I believe this cave has been
explored at least down to 350’ and appears to continue through several
restrictions well beyond that depth. Hovering over that black abyss
while shining my light down into it gave me the impression I was being
sucked into a black hole. I suspect that if a diver ever gets carried
away and forgets to watch his depth while doing this on MOD 110’, that
might be essentially what happens! I still can’t get over the sight of
it, and probably never will.
After some dwell-time and more pictures, I was near enough to my
turnaround pressure to go ahead and call the dive, so I shot Doug the
thumb. He replied in kind and we headed back out. Even though we
stopped to remove the jump reel and I stopped a lot and took more
pictures, the flow was enough to give us a gentle and easy ride back
out of the cave with plenty of gas to spare. Once more through that
long restriction and we were in the nasty ol’ lake water again! I
already missed the cave and I hadn’t even surfaced yet! I can’t wait to
come back!
I should probably apologize to the readers of this report for the
somewhat “artistic” descriptions I gave of the things I saw on this
dive, and if you feel you need one, please consider it yours. But this
is just what cave diving does for me! I am deadly serious about my
diving and doing it safely, but my fascination with the things I see
while doing so is like that of a child. For that, however, I will NOT
apologize because I think the day I stop feeling that way is the day
I’ll hang up my fins! You just gotta’ love it!