17 Mile Cave, Idaho – There Are Monsters

"The Rich," writes Professor of Maryland University, Michael Olmert, "have a great impact on history." Where they live and the things they own "dominate what we know about the past, just because good things outperform the popular and the efermal," writes Milton's Teeth and Ovid's Umbrella.

"Graffiti Let's make it a bit," adds, "driving on the well-lit walls to bring an alternate past to light." Nobody in Idaho Idaho is visible, Stuffed lava stone that was blasted with an explosive bottle of browned bristles Under a full-bodied field. Over the last decades, graffiti artists have decorated names, dates, pictures and love notes with 17-Mile Cave basalt walls. And monsters. My son's favorite. The 17-Mile Cave is just 400 meters south of the US Highway, about 17 miles from downtown Idaho Falls, Id, a place where Idaho is a historic "Elephant Hunters." Parking at the grab head or dirt road that is south Located dome around. The cave entrance is in the cave.

The location, size, and makeup of the cave is an excellent venue for interested speleologists, no matter how young they are. Michelle and I three of our children – Liam, 7-year-old, Lexie, 5 and Isaac, 2½, took the cave to the first bouncing adventure.

Of course, those who think their mother when they say that father first goes to the cave breathe cold air like a massive fridge to control the bears), their first adventure did not come without tears. At the entrance of the cave, a dozen meters away are the younger ones. (My wife Michelle took them, we waited for half an hour on the van, and on our way home, he added this story to our daughter's literary idea: "I told Lexie to put his torch on the ground." He saw the rocks as we walked out, "he said, He and I went, he led the way, his flashlight sent random light from the walls, the floor, and the floor to the floor.

The cave is an easy walk experience, the entrance is the hardest. Adults and tall children need to have a goat and stand down from a short, natural lava stone stair – up to 12 feet away – before the cave opens From here it is only half a mile from the cave end and only two short sections are needed. No branch, no chance of being lost, though it is completely dark when it leaves the entrance.

The natural rock slope, which the only big bolt of the cave quickly covers the entrance and the light that enters the cave. The cave is about a dozen meters wide and is easily ten meters high, although there is a chamber where the cave is at least twenty feet wide and simply thirty feet tall – the venue is enough for an improvised football game I brought enough light.

The cave teaches silent seven-year-olds. Halfway I ran through Liam's chatter and told her to tell what she had heard:

Far away, a dripping. . .drip. . .drip. .

A little closer to "Errrrr, rerrrr, rerrrr, rerrrrrrrr."

"Is this a monster?" 19459002

"Do not think, boy, someone else in the cave has a flashlight like us." Rotate the rechargeable light handle and give the same sound. "Do you hear your echo?"

"HELLO!" His grave in the darkness and blinking into his flashlight as if trying to follow his cry as it echoes.

Then we see the lights in front of him. "Hello, who is your name?" "You have seen a monster," he shouted, echoing that they broke into each other like bumper cars.

There are no monsters. Only a family with a curious, friendly black lab.

We walk, with the understanding that while a cave can teach silence, this lesson may not necessarily be heard as a typical youth questionnaire.

Is there lava in the cave, Dad? (I was telling the way to the cave, how, thousands of years ago, the cave was shaped so that the lava flowed beneath the ground and then went out and left it behind the cave.) 19459002

How long is it?

It's long enough, boy.

Will the cave fall on us? Your mom would be angry if she did.

What happens when we turn off our flashlights?

Trying. We're covered in darkness for about two seconds, so a seven-year-old tent of seven-year-long sleep is not built up from blankets and wood-carved pieces of wood. 19459002

Again it shines again. "I thought I lost my father," he said. "But you are."

Are there monsters, dad? I'm joking with the bears that the cave is home to the wookalar, the monster of my favorite movie.

"Know it," I tell her. The name of the largest room in the cave; I'm not sure she visited this cave within twenty-five years, if any of the features had an official name – the ceiling on the upper-left floor again is just three feet below the floor. Long ago, some vivid imagination seemed to be a monstrous mouth and eye – something similar to a brontosaurus – that broke out of the formation. So they painted the rock to give a little definition to their imagination. "Monster face!" (19459002) My son is shouting, he whispers as the monstrous features of the monkey glitter. (Some dedicated souls touch the dye every year, ensuring that the monster is a lively leer present in the future for cavernouses.)

It keeps its own light, blinding the monster if you decide to be alive. The fog will hold the beam under its breath. "Monster smoke!" She whispers. (The monstrous smoke, at least this time, is very dense, it is puffed down through the underground clouds, whether it is breathing or not, it is displayed in pictures, the glittering rocks, the bright faces and the glossy paint give a more sad feeling. When the monsters revolve around With dark eyes.)

The monster is the smallest in the graffiti of the cave, all of which are surprisingly G-class, at least from the beginning. There are messages from old cave dwellers on the walls, with the usual "Stop Graffiti", "EXIT" (the opposite arrows) and "Idaho Untie Dyslexicz! – the fun -" Leave the Hope to Enter "- the artificially mysterious "It's a Uther Smith adventure," a pale, sad, scheming young drawing, Uther is naturally up to date, and comes his own URL: biminicomics.com He is a freshly printed comic hero who, in the spring of 2007 at San Francisco Center for the Book "The story is deeply rooted in the Idaho region," said Brandon Mise, a former Idaho Falls resident who wrote a comic book with John Murphy illustrator and Nye Wright coloring. "I wanted people out there to know that soon Local heroes can be rooted. "The comic – though very recognizable Idaho Falls site – is found in Pocatello.

The mass uncle's local potato plant The trio discovered the cave "The next morning, armed with a backpack full of painters," said Mise. So everyone is enjoying the 17-Mile Cave. Except my youngest son and daughter are of course, but still young. This place is remarkable – even some of the North Carolina-based authors who have been spoiled for a little literary underground advertising in a lost cold cave on the edge of the lost river desert. Future historians can do this to anyone they believe.

Commentary on commemorative graffiti artists: I would like to note here that I do not support the graffiti, certainly not in this cave. Those who go to this cave need to know that they are private property and that the property owner has been very nice over the years to let people go to the natural basement, the paint cans manually or not. But since the walls are covered with graffiti, I'll write about it. In penitence, every time I go, I'll take a garbage bag and clean some debris behind other cave-dwellers.

Source by Brian Davidson

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