Day 70 - Wind Cave and Jewel Cave

Caves!!! After visiting the wonder of the world Carlsbad Caverns one month ago, I had high expectations for Wind Cave National Park and Jewel Cave National Monument.

Wind Cave is named for the howling wind that sometimes exits out of its small natural entrance and is famous for its boxwork, a unique fancy calcite formation. The highlight of this tour was actually the tour guide-- man was he good. Ranger Sam grew up at Wind Cave and his seventy year old father was still a tour guide here. He started the tour with a story about a bison pushing a white pickup truck back ten feet after the pickup truck bumped the bison at a road crossing, told stories about his family and about the families that started wind cave, and also stories about bikers on the cave tours. He was hilarious and a masterful storyteller-- and the boxwork was beautiful.

The next cave, 45 minutes away and possibly connected to wind cave, is the third longest in the world and famous for its crystals. This tour was more geology focused and seemed to cover more distance. You walked through the cave along metal walkways that were sometimes suspended twenty feet above the rock floor (former rock climbers designed the tour route) Pics.

I had originally signed up to do a wild caving, four-hour tour at Jewel Cave two days from now, but they needed another person to sign up and I didn't want to wait two days, so I drove four hours west back to Central Wyoming. Most of Wyoming is a giant oil field so finding a camping spot was hard, but I stumbled upon the Goldeneye Wildlife and Recreation Area about a half hour west of Casper and drove in. A mile-long dirt road led to lovely lake with rundown picnic tables and lots of birds. I decided to camp here as it was BLM land and nicey secluded. The sunset was wonderful.

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