While Realm and I were in Manchester, Tennessee, we drove up to McMinnville to tour the Cumberland Caverns. I’ve toured three cave systems now, and I would like to tour more. Mammoth Caves is definitely on my list, but I was looking for something less commercialized. With that in mind, we drove to a place called Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lee Carter Natural Area. I looked it up online, and, at the time, the website mentioned there were caves open to the public. There aren’t that many caves that are open to the public anymore. Many cave mouths we’ve visited have all been fitted with big, steel teeth.
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lee Carter Natural Area was no easy place to find. The roads wrapped round and round and up and down, only to land us in front of a wooden sign with a bright yellow update tacked to it. The caves at Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lee Carter Natural Area were closed. *grumble, grumble*
I do feel sorry for the bats and the bacteria they’re being exposed to by people traipsing into their caves, but I don’t think blocking off the caves is really a solution for that. The bats in the commercial caves are free to visit and spread bacteria, right?
Our tour to nowhere ended up being a good thing, though. We found a surprise just down the road from Mr. and Mrs. Harry Lee Carter Natural Area. (Yes, I love typing that name out. It’s a ridiculously long and unnatural name for a natural area.) “Natural Bridge,” announced the sign.
I’ve been to Natural Bridge near Stanton, Kentucky—which is huge. Sewanee Natural Bridge wasn’t big at all. It was super narrow. I noticed that right when I was crossing, at which point my peripheral vision had my brain doing a double take. My knees started knocking. I looked up.
“Can you believe it? I’m freaking over this little bridge!” I exclaimed to Realm, who was already across.
He looked back and said, “Keep your eyes on the step ahead.”
“I need blinders. I’m not even looking off the sides! My brain is just picking up the sidelines!”
Now I could go into a long-winded application about how we writers can be distracted or intimidated by things that are just in our peripheral vision, but I won’t. I’d rather talk about how barring up the caves isn’t really about the bats. It’s about keeping zombies from hiding out in them when the Zombie Apocalypse comes. But that’s beside the point, as well.
The most natural question for this post is: Why am I so interested in visiting caves anyway?
The most natural answer is: My protagonist, Casey, with the help of the Dragonfly Prince, must travel through a range of caves to avoid a hunter. I’m interested in the details, like common cave structures and the relative wetness/dryness of different cave systems. It’s research. Naturally.