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Everything Ends Up In the Book

Half of my first summer as a teenager was spent in a compact car, driving back and forth from Southern California to New Orleans with my mother and nine-year-old sister. I was torn between huge curiosity and excitement, and the nagging certainty spending so much time with my ultra-extroverted mother and sister would cause my head to explode. I remember we argued daily, but remember more clearly all the places we saw along the way.

It was the first trip I took after deciding I could, just maybe, write a novel someday. Every part of me was primed to store experiences and research with the intention of one day using it in a book. One excursion in particular made a huge impact: Carlsbad Caverns.




Carlsbad was my first cavern experience. I fell in love with caves from the first moment, despite the guano. There was magic and anticipation in walking the switchback path from the surface to the underground. There was mystery in looking ahead to the darkness, and anxiety of the unknown. Being underground was thrilling, and the massive scale of the caverns was terrifying and awesome.

It’s impossible for pictures to give you the sense of how small one feels in those huge and vaulted chambers. There is no way to demonstrate how it feels to realize just how much stone is hanging over your head. There is no isolation greater than cave darkness.

Is it any surprise that some of that experience would show up in my books?

Part of Sand of Bone’s story uses caverns as its setting. I had so much cavern-stuff I wanted to put in! But the setting must serve the story—not the other way around—and the story wasn’t at about spelunking and exploration. Still, I incorporated elements of Carlsbad into the Sand of Bone, including the one thing I learned about the caverns at Carlsbad that completely freaked me out.

At every opportunity since that cross-country trip, I’ve explored caverns. Granted, those opportunities have been somewhat limited since I’m the only one in the family with this interest. I talked my late husband into going once, but he was deeply uncomfortable being underground. My son will go along for walking tours—we’ve hit nearly every cave in the state, and a few in neighboring states—but his interest deteriorated in the teenage years.

The good news is that, with the son grown, I can now go cave-visiting on my own. I do hope to make the Mammoth Cave all-day caving experience in the next year. It would be nice to come full-circle with a similar experience in Carlsbad. The son is adamantly against participating in those tours since they require belly-crawling through some passages, and lighting no more extensive than headlamps. Thinking of all the rock above sparks his anxiety.

Me, I think it sounds amazing.

Photo Attribution: Top of the Cross, Carlsbad: “Top of the Cross in Carlsbad Cavern-1″ by Daniel Mayer – Taken by uploader. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Top_of_the_Cross_in_Carlsbad_Cavern-1.JPG#mediaviewer/File:Top_of_the_Cross_in_Carlsbad_Cavern-1.JPG



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queenoftheskies
Aug. 3rd, 2014 04:25 pm (UTC)
I think that's exciting! I remember loving Ruby Falls (underground cave and waterfall) in Tennessee and wanting to visit many other caves. I never got to. :(

Have you been to Colossal Cave in Arizona?
blairmacg
Aug. 3rd, 2014 04:40 pm (UTC)
No, I haven't been to Colossal Caves! There's another one for my list.

There are caves about half an hour from Cedar Falls... :)
thanate
Aug. 12th, 2014 06:30 pm (UTC)
We went to Ruby Falls and felt like it was mostly tourist hype; there's a lot better stuff to see. :) (there are some caves in the CA mountains a ways north of you-- I went to a fairly nice one in Sequoia/King's Canyon when I was up there.)

Also if you're ever going across TX on I-10 for some reason, Caverns of Sonora is very much worth stopping for.
thanate
Aug. 10th, 2014 01:23 am (UTC)
My parents took me through Carlsbad when I was around 2-1/2, and I am told that I walked the entire way silently just looking around and not giving any visible reaction until we were in the elevator going up, at which point I said, "again!"

Sadly, there wasn't enough time to go again that day, but visiting caves became a family camping trip thing. I am not fond of crawl space only, but I do enjoy the public access style tours.
blairmacg
Aug. 10th, 2014 01:22 pm (UTC)
That's a pretty cool story. :)

Dev was nine or ten when I first took him to the caves of southern Indiana. He was fine with it, for the most part, until the first time the guide turned off all the lights. But the freak-out was minor, and we hit more caves the next day.

We also found, as homeschoolers who could visit mid-week during the school year, that we ended up receiving private tours of caverns because we'd be the only visitors. In almost every location, we were led through passages and non-public places. I think the tour guides were just grateful to have someone to show around.
thanate
Aug. 12th, 2014 06:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah, by that age my brother & I were at the stage of having to remember to cover our glow in the dark watches.

Weekday visiting is definitely a bonus, tho some of the caves around here (ok, within more-or-less daytrip distance of here) need you to call ahead & make sure they're actually running tours on low demand days.
blairmacg
Aug. 13th, 2014 04:26 pm (UTC)
I do love weekday and off-season touring of places that would otherwise be crowded. Heck, it even worked at Disney. We took Dev for his birthday one year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Not only did we get deals on lodging, the parks were a breeze to navigate, and we rarely waited more than a few minutes for even the most popular rides.
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