We had a much needed day out of the house this month, and took a drive up to New Mexico’s Carlsbad Caverns. If you like the idea of taking a steep hike down and down and down into the depths of the earth until the sunlight vanishes and you start to be thankful for the parts of the path that give your legs a break and actually go uphill, I totally recommend.
It was a three hour drive there from our apartment, so we set off super early on a Saturday (tickets sell out fast, apparently, with the extra Covid precautions of not letting as many people in) and once we got there we had to wait another two hours before we could go down. But it was all very much worth it for the surreal feeling of exploring an underground wonderland of sparkly, out-of-this-world rock formations. It was eerie, in the best of ways.
Apparently during a regular, non-pandemic year you can watch the bats fly out by the hundreds of thousands during sunset, but we had no plans to stick around in New Mexico that late anyway.
I have no pictures of the caves as they were always only slightly lit up and none would have turned out anyway. You can Google some if you really wish, but those are all too harshly lit and I think don’t have the same effect of actually being there anyway. But I did manage one quick snap of us all masked up and ready to explore.
(Side note, wear contacts if you go, because the high humidity of the cave means you’re guaranteed to not see out of your fogged up glasses if you try to wear a mask the whole time).
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