
The night before visiting Carlsbad Caverns we camped at this desolate desert RV haven. It was not the most picturesque, but it was a place to stay.
When I was in third grade I remember studying Carlsbad Caverns among various other national parks. The memory excitement generated as a 10 year old carried thru 17 years and I was literally jumping up and down at the prospect at getting to see this cave system.
My pictures pale in comparison too. So I'll say to all of you that you just must go! Even those of you who are claustrophobic, the caves are colossal and spectacular. The park asks you be quiet inside the caves to preserve the quality of everyone's experience, the result of this was dark, whispery, almost churchlike experience.

The entrance has built in amphitheatre seating for the many months when the resident bats make their evening exodus.

Check out the reflection in the pool.

This formation is called "popcorn". I called it that before I read the sign that named it as such. I was sorta proud of myself.

This one looks a little suggestive, don'tcha think?
This is a long exposure shot of the Big Room, doesn't really translate the grandeur.

We were gonna camp and hike in the Guadalupe Mountains, but the winds were so strong that it would have blown the tent down.

So we pushed on with the help of Jim Dale reading Harry Potter, and drove thru to Tucson. Much to Rob's dismay the audiobook I have of
The Prisoner of Azkaban was missing the essential 10 minutes of climax.

We stopped at at Borders in El Paso so he could read that section before we finished the book.
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