To date there is 148 charted in this region alone.
At the end of the center, carved in the bluish rock, remains a traveler's autograph with the date 1938. Yet its scratched white appearance seems as if it was signified just yesterday.
Turning back through this section of underground path, an inch wide line of distinct breakage looms far - going in opposite directions. At first, I think it is that of a fault where this massive line has shifted. But upon closer inspection, I am dazzled to find it is an entire row of rose quartz! I dare not to ruin such eye pleasures for the next venturer.
As I wait on a clay pinnacle, no natural light abounds - only the glow from my LED headgear. There is no sound, as all of the outside world as we know it is blocked out. Far off in the distance the only thing one can hear is the natural inner trickling of water into a time carved basin down below. My light beams in the direction I point my face and a whole new world within a world inside the world lights up.
The colors - white, silver, milky, shiny... yet every geological area differs with every footstep. Yet here I still sit on the clay formation, beaming my headgear into the vast little corners of the unknown and taking in every detail.
In the cavern ahead lies water and above at the very apex a calcium deposit stalactite dripping down so low. If I could walk on water, I could effortlessly touch it.
All around it the ceiling glittered with flakes of silver and gold.
Ahah! Now the boat comes and my good captain motions for me to join for continuation of this trek. So I climb into the boat and we set off peacefully, floating gently down along narrowing rock pathways until it becomes too low and the water recedes. Here we must disembark and continue in primate means using all fours.
At the lowest point, I had no use of my legs and had to drag my entire body flat and along with the use of my forearms and elbows. The exit was large enough to stretch out in, thankfully. Positions unnatural to us modern Homo sapiens can prove wearisome over long periods. I stood within the pit. Below, my feet sank deep into the wet silt. The top hovered to a vaulted ceiling, forming a geodesic arch with rocks recreating art in dramatic colored lines. As if hand painted - shades of browns, auburns, dark greys, and whites.
I decided to venture down the next passage which became increasingly tight (as I was already crawling). I stopped to view my new surroundings. Absolutely amazing. Every angle was white on blue, shifting this way and that. Jutting out and over, diminishing into the hard earth beneath. Yet the blue was of nothing encountered previous - it was luminous and iridescent.
Ah, if only I could sit here in my near fetal position to take in more of its luminescence. My heart began to beat fast. I am not claustrophobic, but the crawl over here has caught up with me and no doubt left my knees and shins in lesser conditions. Still ahead is a narrow crevice with jagged symmetric edges. Yet in the midst stands a few milky earthen icycles hanging in their permanent mold.
Drip, drip, drip. Slowly the Earth gives up its life in the form that all uses and needs for survival - water. I reach my hand in to the crevice to let that one precious drop fall into my palm.
At last the deep abyss opens into a large hallowed out area, a cave if you will. I imagined that it could very well be possible that this very cavern housed the earliest clans as a functional habitat. I turn off my LED and stand in total blackness. Nearly a deprivation tank aside from the tranquil waters running throughout. I envisioned a small wood fire illuminating the entire area, dancing off the walls as the few habitants sat eagerly soaking in its warmth. Then just as the vapor journeyed upwards to the highest point of rock, poof, my vision dissipated with the escaping smoke. I sat in total darkness once more and I let it embrace me, along with the cold.
I turn on my LED lighted gear again, as I must move onward. Lying ahead, there is a beach and rippling shoreline, but there is not a single breeze. The air smells cold and unbreathed for centuries. From a few rock faces earlier, I denoted that I had already traveled past at least two ice ages.
I made my way to the muddied edge and crawled down through the stone face to meet the guide who awaited with a boat. I clattered in and sank down really low to bypass the cliff edge hanging above my head. As we pushed off, the rock seemed to transform into a keyhole, just big enough to encapsulate your head as you moved along its entire length.
Such a long stretch was traveled in this manner, I could only truly expect to find it to unlock a door into another world.
As we neared the keyhole's end, the tube enlarged into a valley of waterway. As we drifted on, propelled by punting, one could see gravity defied in the forms of stalagmites along the left precipice.
Its milky formation, bubbling up, of something time had left behind. All above the ceilings shine with scattered minerals embedded in the face of the deep.
I drift in thought momentarily of bygone palaces, where nobles inlaid jewels and precious stones above, below, and all throughout their garnished homes. Starlings placed in precision to work the light given.
Then the sound of running water awakens me - a small stream perhaps. The watered journey gliding us along these hallowed out fissures. Through time, formation, and agility this place still holds its precedence and serenity; untouched, unscathed. Floating downward and then finding its way along jagged brinks, a small wooden lattice of a dock appears. Up ahead is the unmistakable blaze of light.
Yet this light is pristine, as it nearly reflects white. All around is ice in its blue brilliance.
It hovers - this large radiant opening, as if a blanket a sheen.
This exit place was that into another world.
This not being the first of such travels
and most certainly not my last
journey to the center of the Earth.
Absolutely Amazing.
I Love The Whole World,
It's An Awesome Place.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKatwrQIaEA
(Foot Of The Mountain - A Ha)
At the end of the center, carved in the bluish rock, remains a traveler's autograph with the date 1938. Yet its scratched white appearance seems as if it was signified just yesterday.
Turning back through this section of underground path, an inch wide line of distinct breakage looms far - going in opposite directions. At first, I think it is that of a fault where this massive line has shifted. But upon closer inspection, I am dazzled to find it is an entire row of rose quartz! I dare not to ruin such eye pleasures for the next venturer.
As I wait on a clay pinnacle, no natural light abounds - only the glow from my LED headgear. There is no sound, as all of the outside world as we know it is blocked out. Far off in the distance the only thing one can hear is the natural inner trickling of water into a time carved basin down below. My light beams in the direction I point my face and a whole new world within a world inside the world lights up.
The colors - white, silver, milky, shiny... yet every geological area differs with every footstep. Yet here I still sit on the clay formation, beaming my headgear into the vast little corners of the unknown and taking in every detail.
In the cavern ahead lies water and above at the very apex a calcium deposit stalactite dripping down so low. If I could walk on water, I could effortlessly touch it.
All around it the ceiling glittered with flakes of silver and gold.
Ahah! Now the boat comes and my good captain motions for me to join for continuation of this trek. So I climb into the boat and we set off peacefully, floating gently down along narrowing rock pathways until it becomes too low and the water recedes. Here we must disembark and continue in primate means using all fours.
At the lowest point, I had no use of my legs and had to drag my entire body flat and along with the use of my forearms and elbows. The exit was large enough to stretch out in, thankfully. Positions unnatural to us modern Homo sapiens can prove wearisome over long periods. I stood within the pit. Below, my feet sank deep into the wet silt. The top hovered to a vaulted ceiling, forming a geodesic arch with rocks recreating art in dramatic colored lines. As if hand painted - shades of browns, auburns, dark greys, and whites.
I decided to venture down the next passage which became increasingly tight (as I was already crawling). I stopped to view my new surroundings. Absolutely amazing. Every angle was white on blue, shifting this way and that. Jutting out and over, diminishing into the hard earth beneath. Yet the blue was of nothing encountered previous - it was luminous and iridescent.
Ah, if only I could sit here in my near fetal position to take in more of its luminescence. My heart began to beat fast. I am not claustrophobic, but the crawl over here has caught up with me and no doubt left my knees and shins in lesser conditions. Still ahead is a narrow crevice with jagged symmetric edges. Yet in the midst stands a few milky earthen icycles hanging in their permanent mold.
Drip, drip, drip. Slowly the Earth gives up its life in the form that all uses and needs for survival - water. I reach my hand in to the crevice to let that one precious drop fall into my palm.
At last the deep abyss opens into a large hallowed out area, a cave if you will. I imagined that it could very well be possible that this very cavern housed the earliest clans as a functional habitat. I turn off my LED and stand in total blackness. Nearly a deprivation tank aside from the tranquil waters running throughout. I envisioned a small wood fire illuminating the entire area, dancing off the walls as the few habitants sat eagerly soaking in its warmth. Then just as the vapor journeyed upwards to the highest point of rock, poof, my vision dissipated with the escaping smoke. I sat in total darkness once more and I let it embrace me, along with the cold.
I turn on my LED lighted gear again, as I must move onward. Lying ahead, there is a beach and rippling shoreline, but there is not a single breeze. The air smells cold and unbreathed for centuries. From a few rock faces earlier, I denoted that I had already traveled past at least two ice ages.
I made my way to the muddied edge and crawled down through the stone face to meet the guide who awaited with a boat. I clattered in and sank down really low to bypass the cliff edge hanging above my head. As we pushed off, the rock seemed to transform into a keyhole, just big enough to encapsulate your head as you moved along its entire length.
Such a long stretch was traveled in this manner, I could only truly expect to find it to unlock a door into another world.
As we neared the keyhole's end, the tube enlarged into a valley of waterway. As we drifted on, propelled by punting, one could see gravity defied in the forms of stalagmites along the left precipice.
Its milky formation, bubbling up, of something time had left behind. All above the ceilings shine with scattered minerals embedded in the face of the deep.
I drift in thought momentarily of bygone palaces, where nobles inlaid jewels and precious stones above, below, and all throughout their garnished homes. Starlings placed in precision to work the light given.
Then the sound of running water awakens me - a small stream perhaps. The watered journey gliding us along these hallowed out fissures. Through time, formation, and agility this place still holds its precedence and serenity; untouched, unscathed. Floating downward and then finding its way along jagged brinks, a small wooden lattice of a dock appears. Up ahead is the unmistakable blaze of light.
Yet this light is pristine, as it nearly reflects white. All around is ice in its blue brilliance.
It hovers - this large radiant opening, as if a blanket a sheen.
This exit place was that into another world.
This not being the first of such travels
and most certainly not my last
journey to the center of the Earth.
Absolutely Amazing.
I Love The Whole World,
It's An Awesome Place.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKatwrQIaEA
(Foot Of The Mountain - A Ha)
