Caves fascinate me. Stalactites and stalagmites, cave bacon, mineral straws. What lies around the next corner? The year I moved to Logan I explored the Logan Cave five or six times. My name is written on the notebook that sat next to the Maytag Man at the end of the journey. I love to hear my father tell his stories with Boy Scouts in that cave, and I am sad that my own children will never experience the rushing water, steep climbs, dirty fingerholds.
My brother Greg and his family lives near a similar cave near St. George, Utah. We explored it one Thanksgiving evening in 2008.