Curved Billed Thrasher sitting on pick-nick table
Thrasher sitting on Chola Cactus

In 2006 we travelled a year in America, this spring (2009) we have planned another visit.
Curved Billed Thrasher sitting on pick-nick table
Thrasher sitting on Chola Cactus


I saw a beautiful photo opportunity, but when I started climbing towards the edge of the rocks my fear of heights got the better of me and I chickened out. Wahid did climb the rock, and was posing quite happily. But when it came to going back from the rock even he hesitated a little. The drop you can not see that well on the picture, but it a sheer drop of 2.000 feet.


One of the many Prairie Dogs in Wind Cave National Park, they life in big flat areas preferably were the bison come a lot. They make a lot of noise when an intruder is spotted and they hide in their burrow.




Chipmunck was making a wooshing sound with its tail, we could not believe that we could get that close to him. Funny little critters, we call all small animals "buddies", because sometimes it is so difficult to see if it is a chipmunck or a squirrel. The difference is that chipmuncks have stripes on their heads and squirrels do not.

When we arrived at Mammoth Cave we noticed that there was a wild cave tour scheduled for the Saturday & Sunday, at first they had said that the tours fully booked, but when we came back the next day the ranger at the ticket office told us that there were two tickets left. But after we purchased the tickets I started having doubts about a tour that involved crawling into tight spots, through dirt and wading belly down through water. But we had booked the tickets and Wahid was confidant that I would be able to do it.
art that was called The Bare Cave, accordingly someone had lost their clothes there, because the spot was so incredibly tight. And for a moment I thought I was going to get stuck there. But I made it and I was not the only one having trouble there. Then we came to a hole that was called the Birth Canal, this hole was going straight down and you had to go head down. It looked a lot more scary then it was in reality after that we ended up in the Fallopian Tube, which was kind of long and very narrow. Up till then I had been ok with it all, but in the afternoon I was getting tired and we had to do some tricky stuff still.
lower side was slightly wider, but rougher and wetter or the upper route, which was a lot tighter. It did not look that much tighter for what we had done before so I went for it, but once I got in the hole I could not move around that much and my feet had no grip behind me. The only thing I could do was to get a hold of a rock or something to pull my self forward. I finally managed to get my head and shoulders of the tight area were I discovered that I had no room to climb out. It was a sheer drop of a couple of meters. So I was hanging face down, still with my legs in the cave and had to lower myself down and at the same time grabbing a rock on my left side in order to block my self from falling face down. Some of the others tried to encourage me, but I was so focussed on getting out that I could not listen to them. I have to admit I was shit scared and I did not enjoy that one bit. Somehow I managed to wiggle my legs beside me on that tiny ledge and from there I could move further on the ledge and finally jump down. Luckily we did not have to do much of crawling after that. We walked along very narrow canyon walls for quite a while and had a look at some of the domes in side the cave. By that time I had developed a huge headache that I could not wait to get out of the cave. So when we finally we finally got out I was so relieved. It was a nice experience, but I think that I will think twice before I do that again though. The trouble is that Wahid enjoyed it immensely so he if already talking about another tour. Something neat happened though when we drove back on the bus to the visitor centre. A Red Tailed Hawk was sitting right on the road and when we came near he started flying right in front of the bus. The hawk was so close, it was awesome. A little bit further down the road we saw some deer standing near the road side. Hunting season had started the day before and for some reason they seem to know that they have to get their behinds in the national park in order not to get shot. A large number of bucks had been sighted in the park, when normally they are never seem, is not that weird?