Along Highway 93, there are these giant signs that say "ICE CAVE" and literally everytime we go, I ask sweet hubby if we can stop. I'm one of those people who see the brown attraction signs driving along the highway and wonder how I've lived this long without seeing whatever it is... Lincoln's birthplace, giant yarn ball, mineral springs, oregon trail tracks.... you know the ones.
Well, on our drive on Sunday.... he turned. And people, it was beyond my wildest dreams. These pictures cannot do our experience justice. After driving through a desert plain, on a dirt road for about 1.5 miles you come onto this site full of old wooden buildings, stone faces, emus, and peacocks. Yep, peacocks.
I wish I could tell you I was brave and went to the end, but I have to say the further we got from that little hole of light, safety and air, the more I panicked. So I quit about halfway, where I could still see the exit and sweet hubs kept going.
|The view of the exit from the inside. Did I mention it was dark inside?|
|This looks safe....right?|
Disclaimer: We explored the Mammoth Ice Cave which is different from the Ice Caves just a few more miles north. That one is much more sanitized and touristy. Probably very nice but might not have the same... ahem.... charm.