Carlsbad, New Mexico
Mother Nature made this place with her ancient giantess hands. She toiled for billions of years, just so we could pop in and be more impressed in two seconds than we've ever been - as we stood noting the immensity of the time in a brief moment that rushed by us almost undetected.
I've been here three times in my life. The Caverns haven't really changed since my first trip at age 4 to my last trip at age 32. Equally astounding every time I've been.
This is a relatively inexpensive place to take road trip to (depending on where you're coming from) if you're into that kinda thing... and totally worth every second you spend there. Also, this a great place to beat the summer heatwave. The caverns are deep below the melting and singed New Mexican landscape. They harbor air chilled to a lovely 56°F (13°C) which makes the long walk deep deep down inside of time, inside of our planet's crusted blanket of indiscretions, a super cooled journey into a Martian-like alien setting.
Imaginations run amok in the caves like a genome that's lost it's need for pigmentation or eyesight, they stumble and blunder until they sense everything on a deeper level of intuition, drawing out their paths on the canvases of time - or so we imagine.
Carlsbad, New Mexico
Mother Nature made this place with her ancient giantess hands. She toiled for billions of years, just so we could pop in and be more impressed in two seconds than we've ever been - as we stood noting the immensity of the time in a brief moment that rushed by us almost undetected.
I've been here three times in my life. The Caverns haven't really changed since my first trip at age 4 to my last trip at age 32. Equally astounding every time I've been.
This is a relatively inexpensive place to take road trip to (depending on where you're coming from) if you're into that kinda thing... and totally worth every second you spend there. Also, this a great place to beat the summer heatwave. The caverns are deep below the melting and singed New Mexican landscape. They harbor air chilled to a lovely 56°F (13°C) which makes the long walk deep deep down inside of time, inside of our planet's crusted blanket of indiscretions, a super cooled journey into a Martian-like alien setting.
Imaginations run amok in the caves like a genome that's lost it's need for pigmentation or eyesight, they stumble and blunder until they sense everything on a deeper level of intuition, drawing out their paths on the canvases of time - or so we imagine.