During the two-hour voyage, Dan and I went below deck and toured the galley and sleeping quarters. The galley was more spacious than I would have imagined, but the bedrooms were truly the tiniest I’ve ever seen. Each chamber had only enough room for a bunk bed, below which was stored several life jackets, and a side table. I, for one, loved the cramped quarters – I’ve always appreciated such coziness, which might explain why I’m so enamored of RV travel. But a fellow traveler on board the Manitou was so claustrophic that she wouldn’t even venture down the ladder for a quick look. Fascinated by her fear, I asked her if she’d ever been inside a cave. “Yes,” she admitted, then began to describe a long-ago family trip to Mammoth Cave in southern Kentucky. And, suddenly, my ears perked up. Mammoth Cave? The Mammoth Cave?
Immediately, I shared my own adventures in that amazing underworld, which is indeed the longest known cave system on Earth – and the main inspiration for my novel, Hollow Souls. Nine years ago, Dan and I took a three-hour tour through that wondrous place – and we’ve never forgotten the awe we felt, crawling through such tight spaces and experiencing the blackest darkness we’ve ever known. That encounter inspired me so much that I even mentioned it in a recent “American Nomad” post.Although I fully acknowledge that there are folks who despise such underground entities – particularly claustrophobes and nyctophobes – I absolutely adore them, and I’m certainly not alone. Spelunkers venture all around the world to explore well-known caves and discover new ones. While I’m no expert like them, I do find caves utterly fascinating – and I think part of the allure lies in the fact that caves represent the last frontier on this well-traversed globe. The last chance to venture into a place that no man – or woman – has gone before - without ever having to leave Earth's atmosphere.
