Saturday June 5, 2010 Page County Cave Survey Trip Report Scott Wahlquist and I met in Crozet at 7:15am to carpool to Luray for the day’s survey. I was disorganized, and had to pull my cleaned gear from the back, along with near gear from the rear seats, along with snacks and batteries from the front…. kids these days, as Chris Woodley would say. My car had failed state inspection (big red sticker on my window now!), so Scott offered to drive. On the way to Luray, I told Scott about all the black bears that had been in my dreams the previous THREE nights, so it was more likely than not we’d run into one during the day. We passed Janet Tinkham on the way to the Cooleys Cave property as she was turning into Micky D’s to get some coffee. We arrived at the Cooleys Cave property at 9:05am, and Jeff Jahn was there getting ready. Scott geared up too, and we headed to the dig site from our April survey to see how all the recent rain (a lot of it) had affected the dig. I just wore my flippy-floppys into the growth. Inside the dig, they found a fist-sized conduit in the mud leading back towards the entrance (opposite the direction our digging had headed). So… we have a lot more mud to dig out if we follow that conduit, and we’d end up needing to at least install a handline to get down. One day… By the time we got back to the cars, Janet was there. She showed us her new small shovel – almost as impressive as Jeff’s new hunk-o-metal/hammer. I’m going to have a hard time breaking this hamme. We discussed our options of where to go next (Foltz’ caves, Island Ford Rd caves, or the Miller’s property). We decided on the Miller’s property, but I showed Jeff the map of Foltz Cave (1 or 2?), and he identified it as Foltz 1, but that it was missing some passage, so it looks like we’ll have to resurvey it. We arrived at the Miller’s property by 10am, and Marceline Miller met us outside the farmhouse – very nice lady. Her husband, Bernie, soon came to chat, mentioning all the sinkholes, a couple springs, a sinking stream, and a couple caves he knew about on his property. And then he offered to drive us around to each of them! He was most interested in finding and surveying a cave around 340, where the state was planning to take his property to expand the road… something he wasn’t happy about. Jeff hopped into the passenger seat of Bernie’s 4-wheel drive truck, and the rest of us hopped in the back. Bernie was surprised that we didn’t mind riding in the back because he had a mess back there… WE’RE CAVERS BERNIE! I was still in my flippy-floppys, but I did toss my boots into the back with all the best intentions to put them on. We first looked at a depression along the road where Bernie said he thought black bears (like the ones in my dreams) were staying. It was very overgrown, so it took us a while to see all of the depression, which appeared very promising, but we found no openings. Bummer. Bernie next took us to look at a rock-filled sink in the power-line clearing on his property. Everyone but myself saw a bobcat run into the woods when we pulled up. The sink was so full of rocks, that if anything is there, it’d take a lot of dedication to get to it. Just down the hill from this sinkhole is a small spring. We found other, smaller, depressions around the sinkhole, but again, no openings. As we got back to the truck to ride to the next stop on our karst fieldtrip, Scott was missing. Jeff called for him but got no response. Five minutes later, Jeff walked to the edge of the woods and shouted again, getting a response from Scott this time that he was on his way back to the truck. When he came back, he told us that he had walked the stream along the road at the base of the hill (where Bernie had said there was a cave), and had found it. He had scooped the whole thing, estimating 60ft of passage. Something to survey later in the day! The next stop was the day’s highlight for me – the sink of a blind valley. On the way to sink, we passed a spotted fawn, laying next to a rock pile and not moving a muscle. We walked all around the sink, but found no openings. The bottom of the sink was like being in a short hallway, with tall dirt and rock walls on either side. The sink drains a large area, and there surely must be something there, but where to dig? This would be a great location to visit when it’s raining, to see where the water sinks. Ridge walking the area would also be much easier in the winter without all the plant growth – it especially made things difficult for my still unprotected, scratched to hell feet. We headed back to the farm house for some water. While drinking from the farmers well, we talked about cattle farming. He explained how he had only been at it for a few years, and that this past winter had really hurt him – many cows had died, and keeping all the many roads through the farmed cleared of snow took up absolutely all of his time. He also explained how much time fencing takes up… I didn’t know farmers sword-fought! For the final stop on Bernie Miller’s Karst Hunters Field Trip, he took us to a spot along his driveway that we had seen on the way in, where all the water from an ephemeral stream sinks before reaching the culvert under 340. Again, no openings, but that water has to go somewhere! Although, at this point, there probably isn’t any point in digging. We thanked Bernie repeatedly for spending most of his day showing us around his property, and then hopped back in the cars to head to the cave Scott had found. Janet parked her car right across from the cave, only knowing she was in the general area. Because of where we parked, we wasted no time in locating the cave, and quickly surveyed it (with boots on!). I sketched, Scott set stations and did backsights, and Jeff did foresights. Janet took pictures of us surveying and found the cave in her notes as being “Sours Cave”, with a description that well matched the cave, except for a “pit of water” in the back. The water did get a few feet deep in the sump in the back, but it was no “pit”. The total surveyed length was 69.1 feet, with 9.6 feet of depth from the entrance. As I did the running profile on the way out of the cave, Janet GPSed the entrance, Scott walked the stream looking for other caves, and Jeff looked in the immediate area around Sours Cave. Jeff found a blowing hole(!) with some other smaller holes and slots in float above the blowing hole. Digging in the blowing hole would be a time-consuming ordeal (at least two day’s worth to get as far as we could see), but may be worth it? Scott thinks the air flow may have been due to convection currents originating in the holes above the blowing hole. It’s worth returning to with incense to try tracing the air. Jeff headed on home after this, but the rest of us headed to another property for some more fun! Janet led the way to Mike Sours’ property to show us a couple collapse features in a depression where an entire pond had drained. Again, there’s probably something down there, but there would be a lot of soil and rocks to remove, digging straight down, to make it probably not worth it. As we were driving off the property, Mike Sours’ cousin came down the driveway and chatted with Janet (who knows everyone and how they’re related). Janet then took us (driving on a grass path not favorable for Scott’s 2-wheel drive truck) to Wes and Little Porter’s house. The Porters are keepers of unique sparrows that glide like the larger birds (hawks and eagles) more often than flapping its wings, like most small birds do. They had two dozen birdhouses just in their front yard and constantly had birds (keyword) gliding around in the air above. Little explained how she had contracted a lung disease, most likely from the bird guano (I believe this is correct usage of the word) when cleaning out the bird houses, which had taken a couple years in the nation’s best hospitals to cure. In any case, Little was very happy to tell us about her cave and take us down to it (again, driving on the grass path). She warned that she figured this was where her black bears (like the ones in my dreams) stay , which eat seed off of her porch nightly. Little and Janet stood by the road chatting while Scott and I looked in the woods for the cave. We found a hunter’s cabin Little had mentioned (would have made a perfect field house). I found the cave nearby, but Scott was off elsewhere looking. Janet found me, while Little went back to her house to change, and finally Scott found us. He said that he had found another cave in a sink. When he went to show us the other sink, he got completely turned around and we took a while finding it. We decided to head back to the cars to change into our gear and planned on surveying both caves. While walking towards the cave, Janet told us of another cave, just across the street, so I asked her to walk us to it. This one was also on Mike Sours property, so we knew trespassing wasn’t a problem. Janet GPSed the entrance while Scott checked it out. He said it reeked, and was just a room. We’ll probably survey it quickly next month. We then headed back to “Littles Cave” and started surveying it. Janet GPSed this entrance too, while Scott and I started surveying. She took some snapshots of us surveying then said her goodbyes and headed home to pack for a trip to Atlanta, GA. Just inside the cave is a tight crawlway to the left, that didn’t seem to widen when Scott was wiggeling down it, but Janet’s “IT DOES OPEN UP!” encouraged him enough to get through. Indeed, it did open up into a nice breakdown room. The cave was surveyed as being 222.6 feet long and 32.2 feet deep. No bears! Scott headed out while I was finished up some cross sections, got the strike and dip of the cave, and checked out the other cave he had found. It turned out the other didn’t go but a body’s length before getting too tight – still something to document better on our return trip. Scott and I were back in the car and headed to Uncle Bucks for dinner by 7:45pm. Their meat sure is hard to beat! (although the honey mustard could be better…) So, two caves surveyed, three caves GPSed, a couple digs with good potential were located, and two more (although short) caves to better document. I’m sure we’ll also be going back to the Miller’s property for some more ridge walking in the fall/winter. |