The Kentucky Caver Quarterly Proceedings of the
Bluegrass Grotto: the North Central Kentucky Area Chapter of the National Speleological Society
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 vol. 41. iss. 4, December 2006
climbed in the truck to follow our new found friend to this potentially new-to-us cave.  We dropped down between a crack in some boulders and then followed the cliff-line to a fairly large entrance in the cliff face.  There, our friend left us to explore.  We thanked him for sharing “his” cave with us and began the long, hands-and-knees crawl to the back of the cave, where he had promised we would find impressive rim stone dams.  We were not disappointed.  After carefully traversing these knee-high rim stone dams, we stumbled upon a flowstone formation about twelve feet in height and four feet wide.  It ended with stalagmite fingers dipping into a clear pool.  At the top of the flowstone was a tiny hole, out of which poured a thin stream of water.  The water immediately spread out over the entire width of the formation and pulsed over the ripples in the rock in a steady rhythm.  We all stood awestruck for some time, admiring the complexity of this natural wonder. 
    After the long crawl out of the cave, we were all ready to call it a day.  None of us were disappointed in our three cave adventure that day; however we were starving.  Matt and I ended the day at the Somerset Golden Corral with Kelly and Brittany Huron and Kasey Webb, stuffing our faces with an endless array of food and enjoying ourselves loud enough to elicit more than a few harsh glares from the local patrons.  Though we didn’t exactly usher many new members into the world of caving, we did have a wonderful day serial caving!


BGG year 2006
Arthur Cammers (BGG)
    A prerogative of the editor is the creation of a sweeping statement that may smoothly stroke the fur of some of us in the right direction while gruffly excoriating the hide of others in the wrong direction. It is in this spirit that I put out the following. If you have commentary about the following or about anything in any issues of the KY caver we invite you to write e-mail to us and tell us how you feel.
   The year 2006 has been odd . . . for me. This was my first full year affiliated with the Bluegrass Grotto and the second year of a mid-life crisis--the reason I became affiliated with the BGG. I find myself linked to a motley crew whose sole constrictive intersections are caving and a common love of the land.
Our conversations and efforts are focused, reminiscent of a hypothetical, characterisically desaltory conversation about umbrellas between Mary Poppins, Oswald Cobblepot--AKA the Penguin, Dr. Henry Killinger and the Umbrella Man. Their constrictive intersection is the management of their mental states while on the edge of disaster, hanging from umbrellas buoyed only by the wiles of fluid mechanics. This allegory was explored by Jonathan Goldstein in an episode of This American Life.
   A small grotto/ group, the BGG still struggles for self-definition in terms of mission and critical mass
, clutched to our individual umbrellas in our efforts to remain aloft. We are here because we want more out of life than a 9-to-5 job, church or knitting circle could provide. Likely we cling to the axiom that if we are not on the edge we are wasting space. We are the Davids of the OT myth in which the


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