Glenn Stok likes to investigate and explore exceptional and noteworthy activities, and he writes about it so you can experience it too.
Spelunking can be very different from merely walking through a spacious cavern. My experience involved crawling on hands and knees through underground tunnels, and I describe it in this article.
The tunnels are formed by water that dissolves the marble rock, leaving underground passageways.1
I must say that this is something for adults only and not for the claustrophobic. If you consider bringing a child along, he or she may give you trouble wanting to leave if they get frightened.
Spelunking is sometimes confused with caving, which has much more room to move around. Caving is a more general term that involves any underground discovery adventure.
According to Wikipedia, Spelunking refers to amateurs who don’t have the proper knowledge or training for the sport of exploring caves.2
I learned first-hand what Spelunking is all about at Club Getaway, a camp for adults in Kent, Connecticut.
I never had a problem with small spaces. Claustrophobia was never an issue for me. So I happily went along for the fun of it. I quickly discovered that one sure gets a great deal of exercise crawling through tight cavities beneath the ground.
My Spelunking Adventure
The literature advertising that event indicated anyone that wanted to go caving that weekend needed to bring old clothes. Things that can be thrown away afterward rather than trying to wash them. I soon discovered why that was suggested.
Crawling on hands and knees through an underground tunnel with water dipping from rocks was undoubtedly an experience that required washing later. And the constant crawling on the rocky and muddy ground made my jeans look like I lived through a tornado.
That morning after a hearty breakfast, our leader took seven of us in his mini-van to Tory's Cave about 14 miles away, in New Milford, where we were about to have our spelunking experience. As we approached an overgrown area in the wilderness, he parked the van near the cave entrance.
We all got out and looked around, but none of us could see anything that resembled a cave entrance. Our leader brought us over just a few feet from the van and pointed to a hole in the ground.
We all looked at that hole in the ground, then at each other. Two girls in our group said they would wait for the rest of us to come back out.
They decided to wait for us in the van because they said they were afraid of bats, but I think the hole in the ground turned them off to the idea. Anyway, it was in the summertime when the bats are hibernating, so that’s the only time it’s safe.
Four of us decided we’d go along with our leader. He said he would go first and that we should follow one at a time. He asked who wanted to be last, and he gave that trusted fellow a bunch of candles and matches.
He told him to light the candles one by one at various points along the path where junctions occurred as we continued through the cave. “Just don’t place them where water was dripping,” he explained.
Those candles were for us to find our way back. Sort of like dropping bread crumbs, but something we could see in the dark in case our flashlights died.
Getting Started Crawling In
Our knowledgeable leader went in headfirst upside down and the others followed.
It seems spelunkers have a personal approach as to how they get started. When it was my turn to go in, I felt more comfortable dropping my legs into the crevice and going in right side up.
It was an eight-foot drop before turning horizontal, and I found myself going through a wet, muddy, cavity, with water dripping everywhere.
The fellow with the candles entered right after me. He did it the right way. Head first, like everyone else. Stupid me. I ended up pushing myself along feet first for quite some time, trying to keep up with the three others in front of me. They found it a lot easier pulling themselves along elbow by elbow.
The guy behind me took his time finding dry spots where the water wasn’t dripping to position each candle. So he didn’t mind that I was slowing him down.
I finally got to a larger area where I was able to turn around. It was much easier pulling myself along rather than going feet first.
The Belly of the Beast, and Room to Stretch
We finally got to a larger cavity after crawling underground through a tunnel for some time. The leader and two others who were ahead of me were actually standing. It gave them a chance to stretch.
I couldn’t wait until I worked my way to that space, pulling myself elbow by elbow. Once I got there, the leader said, “This is the belly of the beast.” I truly felt like I was in an animal’s stomach.
We all enjoyed looking around with our flashlights. This cave didn’t have any stalactites hanging from the ceiling, as one might expect to see. I guess the water didn’t contain any minerals in that area that would have caused them to develop.
So obviously there were no stalagmites either since they form bottom-up from the minerals dripping from above. However, there was a small pool in one area that developed from all the dripping water.
Over in one corner was a cavity in the wall that went straight up. I went in and pointed my flashlight up into the opening. When I came out, everyone else wanted to check it out too.
We had lots of fun, but it was time to head back. Our leader said we need to return before the candles die out. They were absolutely necessary. The tunnels branched off in various directions, and there was no other way to be sure that we were taking the correct path back.
Getting Back to the Entrance
As we came back to the entrance, I could see the light of day shining in. It had been raining, and the sky was cloudy, but we were so used to the dark that the subdued light of the overcast day still bothered our eyes for a while.
Nevertheless, I think we were all glad to come out without any mishaps. The girls had waited in the van during the rain and were happy to see us.
When we got back to the camp, some of us jumped in the lake to wash the mud off, clothes and all.
I was walking with a friend from the van when we came to a muddy puddle. Yeah, it definitely had been raining. I stepped around the muddy patch to avoid it, and my friend said, “You’re all full of mud anyway! What does it matter?”
As we amused ourselves with the silliness of it all, I knew we were lucky that nothing had gone wrong, even though we had a leader who understood the nature of spelunking quite well.
1. Nancy Wagner, Spelunking In Connecticut, USA Today
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2010 Glenn Stok
Reader Comments On Spelunking
Glenn Stok (author) from Long Island, NY on August 29, 2014:
billybuc - Well Bill, I must say I was younger then. I'm not sure I would want to do that anymore.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on August 28, 2014:
I have always considered myself an adventurer, but I honestly don't know if I could do this. Once those walls started closing in on me, I fear the adventure would turn into a living nightmare. More power to you my friend.
RTalloni on April 25, 2012:
Due to claustrophobia I had to force myself to read through to the end. It hit after I was in my 20s, but my childhood is full of adventures, some not so smart ones. It would be amazing to experience spelunking. I would have spelled that with without the e before seeing this. Thanks for sharing your experience with those of us who can only go vicariously, and thanks for the spelling lesson.
Vicki Carroll from Greater Birmingham Area on April 15, 2010:
There is a saying among cave rescuers, that "cavers rescue spelunkers." Please accept congratz on a good summary from a fellow caver. Caving is some of the most challenging fun I've ever had.
Glenn Stok (author) from Long Island, NY on January 14, 2010:
Thank you for all your comments. It's nice to know everyone found my experience interesting. It's definitely something I would not do again. lol.
Tina from Wv on January 13, 2010:
I would love to go spelunking but have never been brave enough for fear I might not like those tight spaces so well. I think it would be a neat experience. Thanks for sharing!
Springboard from Wisconsin on January 11, 2010:
I've not been one to "spelunk" much, but I've been in a few caves—mostly the commercialized ones. I've always found them to be a place of wonder. Interesting hub.
Barbara Eisenberg from Titusville on January 09, 2010:
I am claustrophobic and boy, was I ever glad to get to the part where you saw daylight! Good hub.
Carolyn Blacknall from Houston, Texas on January 08, 2010:
Very interesting. I have only been in tame caves full of tourists. With snack bars and smooth floors and bathrooms. Thanks for telling us about this.
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on January 08, 2010:
Interesting hub. I have never had a desire to go spelunking but I have enjoyed a few guided tours of caves.