This is one of those places that are hard to photograph. The scale is so immense. The drive there is awesome. We were warned not to try and take our rigs down 25 or was mit 15? Beth will remember. So for once, obeying the signs I unhitched and just took the truck. We came back on Route 35 which was doable pulling or driving an RV. We would both like to go back to this area with the rigs.
The first cave was open, the wall had gone, but it showed where they cooked on round bottom pots, and little rooms to store stuff. Yes, they had "stuff" too,
The rest of the caves were 80% original.
You could go in them. They were vast, and I don't have a good photo. I hope Beth can do better.
This was taken from the back of the cave. The ceilings were blackened by the soot from the fires.
This was their view. The overhanging lip of the cave entrance protected them in summer from the sun and kept the heat of the fires in when it was winter.
Beth was climbing ladders to look into the rooms.
I just couldn't face coming out of the cave via this ladder. I did try but chickened out. Here's Beth.
A nice couple asked us to take their picture and then did the same for us.