ADAM HAYDOCK



Formation room Cueva Convento

 Pipo cut a b line trail through a saddle in between two mogotes so we could get to the cave quicker. We went through a dense fern overgrowth section so cutting our way through this with machetes made the descent down the saddle easier. We get to the entrance and there was a crack in the wall where the entrance of the cave is.

We climbed up into this hole and proceeded through a couple rooms with small squeeze entrances that connected to larger rooms. I could hear crickets so I knew we were about break through into large cave passage.

We look to the ceiling and we can see large bats swarming the ceiling air space above us. As we walk into the large rooms the guava scorpion let it's presence be known by running across the walls and stopping for brief pictures here and there. These things are pretty big! The size of the scorpion is about the length of two hands and these fuckers can run pretty fast too!

We continued to walk through these passages to the end of the cave taking pics on the way in and out. It was a freakin sweat box in these large passages, it must have been in the 80's with high humidity. I was sweating my ass off just walking around in these upper rooms.

We exited the cave and made it back to the car just in time for it to rain! Nice, let's add a little insult to shit show of a ride back to the normal one in a half lane roads now shall we.... This was pretty bad but it could have been a lot worse and I have been told that cars like mine have made it out before so I'm locked in commitment and start my way back up this mossy slip and slide road making sure we don't roll into a 200ft ditch below us. We are making good steady speed until I got to the incline, the wheels start to spin, the car locks into anti slip mode and I turn to put the wheels on the dirt to get more traction as we are now inching our way up the road with the wheels throwing dirt. I am making progress as the rain continues to fall making matters worse. I start to slide a bit more and slowly the car breaches the top of the hill making it past the main obstacle. Now we have to go down another hill now, so I slow down and start the descent down the road inching closer to the exit. With the moss, rain, and the decline all working against me, the car starts to fish tail. Pipo takes a deep breath and I can hear Laura's heart skip a beat as I start to slide off the road. I turn the wheel in the opposite direction against the slide a few times and was able to gain control of the rental car once again as we came to the bottom of the hill. We made it to the exit and as the gate was being unlocked I  shouted out "yeeeaaaa"!! "We did it"! I'm not much of a car guy but that was pretty good considering the consequences we could have been facing otherwise. 

We dropped off pipo and went to the beach area where cueva del Indio is located to check out the Taino petroglyphs, the sea arches, and wash off our clothes with a coral reef snorkel swim in the ocean. What an epic day. We  ended up getting a hotel that night to break up the jungle life a bit (after all, this is a vacation) and while we were sitting down eating dinner we heard about a 6.5 earthquake with an epicenter 35 miles from us that happened hours ago. I didn't feel a dam thing or hear anything about. This must have happened when we were sleeping in the tent but thankfully there were no serious injuries, no tsunamis, or aftershocks when we were inside the caves shaking breakdown into our heads. We got rest for the following day into cueva larga and dos ojos 

Cueva Zumbo Sculpted rock passage mid level!

dam rooster!

After about 5 minutes being in the passage we pop out into a canyon passage!! open air canyon that closes back up into the cave system about 100 ft down a passage.  Not all caves are underground after all!! Ha...This system gets more impressive with each step I am freaking taking! unbelievable!!!

Laura in the canyon passage Queva Zumbo

As we make our way down the passage we find our selves floating with our packs in deep water, climbing over steroid induced fluted rock carvings,and surrounded by waterfalls, active flowstones, and shear enthusiasm.

Julie Swimming through Cueva Zumbo

 I was lagging behind so I could attempt to get some pictures of this place which proved to be a challenge for me based on the lights I had, the footing the tripod had and just how close the passage walls were to each other.

Water passage Cueva Zumbo

Julie coming from the sump duck under with a rope connecting to esclara in Cueva Zumbo

On our way out I attempt to get some more pictures and video of this amazing place while making our way back to the entrance. 

Laura climbing down into the water in queva Zumbo

we continue on to the upper level of Zumbo that connects to Cueva YuYu. We were out of the water passage but at times we could hear it below us. The passage reminded me more of Indiana now except it was in the 70s inside this cave instead of 54 degrees.

Upper Passage Queva Zumbo

 We climbed over some exposure and got into some walking passage that took us to a breakdown room full of bats. Jeff pointed out where the connection to Yuyu was so next time I come back, I want to See if we can make a crossover trip with Yuyu and Zumbo. We turned around and headed out of the cave through the pit.

Pit Entrance to Queva Zumbo

Sun was setting and the jungle started a symphony of various insects, Coqui's, and other unusual sounds. Finally we make it back to the car after crossing paths with some of the biggest frogs I have ever seen hopping around. We get back to Pipos house to chill out and get ready for day two, Cueva Convento and Cueva Balcones. 

FLICKR: http://www.flickr.com/photos/exploration-worldwide/sets/72157640075701203/

We took a break here while some people went to the end of the passage in one direction to see what was around the St. Louis Limestone corner.  Once everyone came back, we continued down into the formation room.  This room had some very interesting artifacts. There were helicmite's and Helictite's on shelves over our heads along with another interesting feature that still has been pondering what it is exactly.  Right before ourselves is a formation a column of sorts that appears to be reconnected.  Furthermore 2 shelf stone tables on the formation below, might show evidence where an old waterline use to be.  The formation is something I have never seen before and peaks my interest to understand how this was actually formed. I have more pics on my flickr account.

We continued down to the 45 ft domes that were next to each other and made it to the other end of the upper passage. We took another break and shortly after that, we proceeded into the maze and into the maze dome room, where the passage got interesting.  There was a dome to climb into that had a hole in the ground which lead to another dome.  This dome took me to a climb where you had an option to go in three different directions.  I went in a direction that lead back around into a climb connection that was near the old upper passage which also connected to the lower stream passage.  After some small exposure climbing around the pits we came to a dome where you could continue to climb up into the top level passage.  This was like a freakin playground for cavers!!!  It reminded me of the passages in Ellison s cave but a bit smaller.  I continued on to where I came to a slot canyon.  This slot canyon had clear water but super fine mud and I can only imagine how long this water must have been sitting here for.

The water was lit up from the first waterfall and from the second waterfall which brought a beautiful perspective to this passage.  Some attempted to climb up but we mainly enjoyed the waterfalls shimmering beauty and pondered the obvious passage that was above the falls.  Next time I come back I want to see if that upper passage can be reached.

We started to head out of the cave and made it to the bathtub swim for a brief paddle across the warm 54 degree waters of Trapper Cave. Options are to either get wet from the top down or go back around, so everyone decided to thrust through the water and bolt out of the cave without any issues.  We got out of the cave and although it was cold, It could have been a lot worse. Regardless we started changing into dry clothes and made it back to the car for a space heater, beer, and festive laughs that we continued to enjoy through the night.  Unfortunately the next day we woke up and decided to head back due to the rain and snow, we made the right decision to go back when we did!  I got word later on that the caves experienced high water BUT the spotlight goes to the ride back... oh yes, the ride back home. more like an epic journey through "the taste of the north pole" leading our way back to Chiberia.   Every stop light going north went from rain, to sleet, to thick sleet, than heavy wet snow, to snow, to blowing tundra blizzard FML snow.  What a change in the weather.  We were getting reports of highways closed so we diverted our route and just made it through the lane closures as we passed by them.  While driving an average of 30 miles per hour for 230 miles, we witnessed over 10 semi trucks that were flipped over, and multiple cars that slid into the ditch.  At one time we even felt our truck being blown off the road and into the ditch but Phil and his brown 4x4 "Spirit Of Mount Prospect" prevailed!  9 hours later The Intrepid cavers make it back to Chicago safe and sound.  Along the way we had a new friend and a companion, she was a snow bitch named Matilda.  She was a strong snow woman but unfortunately after 5 minutes on the highway on the bow of the Spirit of Mount Prospects hood, she disintegrated before our very eyes  back into the winter wonderland where she came from like the dude from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade choosing "poorly" to drink out of the wrong cup.   I will never forget you Matilda.  

The days preceeding the tragic events that occured in Blowing Hole Cave last saturday have been difficult, but there was no question about a return trip back into Blowing Hole Cave to recover the gear that has been left behind including Tim's items.   The other objective was to clean up any other signs of human foot traffic to bring the cave back to its original and pristine condition. 

I drove down and we discussed the trip we had last weekend with Tim and were able to talk through a lot of the challenges we faced after the event happened.  It was really helpful for us as well as for the others involved to discuss the events that took place on that cold night.  Going to Tim's services in Indianapolis was difficult but it was necessary to bring some more closure to the incident as well as to talk to Tim's loved ones to ensure them that Tim was in the best of hands and well cared for when Tim was with us on his last cave trip.  We discussed some of Tim's passions and heard some amazing stories of how Tim ceaselessly dedicated his life by selflessly caring for others around him as well as how impactful Tim's outlook on life had on the lives of so many people.   

After leaving the services and the celebration of life party at Brenda's house, Phil Goldman, Brian Hunsaker and I, went to Chris Parks house to refresh ourselves with spirits of some of Kentucky's finest before passing out where we layed our bodies to rest. 



 

 We entered the sub 50 degree water passage and stopped at the raft room to a breather.   The SS Cottrell was stashed for the last few years so Sue and Sue brought the inflatable kayak back to the entrance while the rest of us pursued the main river passage through the cave. 

I was meaning to get a picture of this formation section in blowing hole since it appears to be one of the only formation rooms in the cave so Chris and I took a picture while everyone else pursued deeper into the caves river passage system.  We get to the place where Tim and I had  our Mermaid conversation last week and we all took a quick break to adjust clothing, gear, and make sure we are fit to continue on through the submarine waterfall crawl passage and into the upper level passage where the water seemed to be a bit colder than the lower stream passage.

It peaked my interest just a bit more to think that if the water is a bit colder than it must be flowing from a place near or at the surface since it has been cold and has had time to chill a bit more than the heated 54 degree cave water that we have encountered previously.  As we traversed past the breakdown mountain and into the water, with every meander bend we made, we go closer and closer to the site.  Everyone seemed to be calm and collective.  I took the lead and blasted our new Fenix TK 76 underwater to see if we could find any items that were previously dropped from last week.  The light lit up the clear cave water like a swimming pool.  It was a nice and new perspective to see how the bottom looked including the foots steps coming in and out from last weeks events. The cave critters that lurked in the darkness all of a sudden found themselves being noticed with the help of a 2600 lumen light that might have shined more light on them that they will ever see in their lives.  We made it around the final bend and we saw the gear as we left it. We are here.

 Some of it was moved to the side and other items where in the same exact place we left it.  It was good to be back at the site to show our other cavers the site and to continue to bring closure to some of us that were there the week prior.  Everyone came together to start assembling a system of carrying the diving gear and Tim's items out of the cave while I went back to the ear dipper site to see if I could find anything else on the ground.  As I swam the clear waters with this massive sun beam search light, I looked to my left and right and I could see last weeks foot prints, both shallow and deep which was a reminder of our foot steps before, during, and after the tragic events that happened. It was almost like a swim back in time where the battle torn mud banks gave signs of human impact and travel.  I came up to the ear dipper itself and looked to my right to see where I was holding Tim and where my foot steps were self driven into the mud bank while I administered CPR.  To my right I found pink gloves at the bottom of the river with a blind fish suspended over the gloves almost knowing that these have been placed here recently.  I picked up the gloves and brought them back with me.  I came back and had Chris and I take a picture of where our project has ended.  for now at least...

We have many Indiana and TAG cave dive projects to pursue but want to bring a sense of closure to this project which has left a lot of questions unanswered....why the water is colder in the upper passage, why is the water higher, what the sump looks like and where will the sump lead.   Maybe one day we will return but for now, and for the future, this project will be filed back in the archives. 

After everyone started the traverse back, Kevin, Seth and I swam under the duck under to see what was beyond where we left off.  Suprisingly, it was pretty low air space between the water line and ceiling ( maybe 6 inches) for hundreds of feet which opened for a brief moment and quickly closed up again.  I wonder what Dave really meant when he said to Tim, "the water level seems to be the some of the highest levels I have ever seen". Did something happen to the sump to create this???  We turned around and made our exit out of the cave within two and a half hours from leaving the site.  Everyone helped haul the gear out and we made it to the exit without any issues just as the sun was setting. 

This team that assembled to help us retrieve our gear is a team I cant thank enough.   Kevin, Dave, Patty, Seth, Phil, and Brian, thank you for helping us get all the gear out of the cave as well as helping to bring the cave back to its original condition. Chris and I would have had a really hard time getting everything out so I appreciate it.  As for Blowing Hole Cave, it has been an interesting two weeks for me with this cave.   Our expectations of diving to discover what is beyond the promising sump that ended in a loss of our fellow friend and caver, Tim McLain,  has brought us a lot of emotions and questions of the fate in this particular project.  Furthermore, the massive effort that came together to assist in the love, honor, and respect that we have for one another in our caving community, brought the best of us together in so many ways.  Blowing Hole Cave will not be forgotten as well as the memories Tim McLain shared with me in my life, but I also have to be so thankful for the experiences I went through last weekend.  For now,  My return to Blowing Hole Cave will not be for a long time,  but one day, I may return, with an objective to discover whats beyond the sump and to share the stories with the members of that team by speaking to the  passion Tim had as well as telling the stories on that through Blowing Hole Cave. 

Below is a typical view of the river passage we encountered in blowing hole cave.  Sometimes the water would be knee deep and at other times it would be up to our neck. Under the murky water are large sharp rocks that slowly dig themselves into your wetsuit and mental state of mind by zapping your energy as you traverse the unforgiving cold waters in this river passage.  3 miles each way of this kind of passage as well as squeeze crawling, made for an interesting experience but to continue to sump dive into the unknown gave these occasions minor inconviences. 

Rest In Peace Tim McLain

I got picked me up from work and we started to head out to Indiana for a weekend of...wait hold on.....You know what?.. this is not a typical trip report and this was not a typical weekend of caving activities.   A trip into the Binkley's cave system through the Blowing Hole cave section was a trip to explore a sump 3 miles into this cave which had signs showing that the underwater passage may come up to a low air space passage that could have continued to reward us with discovering brand new cave to explore.   The exploratory journey unfolded and as we were approaching the last bit of river passage to the sump, we had experienced a tragedy that would effect the caving community and activate a large scale assemblage of our fellow brother and sister cavers in what would become a historic event for the American caving community. 

We made it to Chris's house to get a good nights sleep and get ready for this trip.  We got up early and meet up in Corydon IN at Fredricks café with Dave Everton, Gary Roberson, Laura Young, April McKay, Nick Benton, Tim McLain, Rand Heazlitt, and Seth Gower.  We all had breakfast and discussed our plan to bring the gear into the cave while Gary talked about the sump with me.  Gary described this sump as a typical side passage with mud banks and flat ceiling that ends in a shelf with the water rising to the ceiling and the floor dropping down..   He estimated the dimensions to be low to the point where we will be ceiling walking and any movement would stir up the already silted water to a state where we will have zero viz.  I was more concerned about bumping the tanks into breakdown boulders that I can't see in the zero viz which might create a rupture resulting in a free flow.  There is a host of other concerns but this is what I was initially thinking about.
We finished up with breakfast and everyone was fired up to get in the cave and help assist with gear handling so we could get to the sump for the dive. Tim was really excited to be assisting the trip and finding out what was beyond the sump. He told me he felt that we are taking the project to a new level by diving inside the cave to look for new cave.  Tim was a guy that loved to find new passage and would push hard while dragging caving gear through the muddiest and most grueling squeeze passages cavers can imagine to find more passages inside caves.  Ask any of us and we would all say Tim is one of those guys you knew would be right behind you exploring a new passage or getting into a nasty crawl. I remember when we went to Devils Graveyard cave and Tim was telling me that this cave is just to beautiful to end so he went down and continued to look for passage opportunities. Blowing Hole Cave was one of Tim's favorite caves and he helped to make the connection from Binkley's Cave to Blowing Hole Cave that extended the Indiana Speleological Survey Binkley Project for miles.  This connection made the Binkley System the 11th longest cave in the United States.

  We get to the landowners house and set some cars at the top of the property where the landowners house was so we were able to drive down in 4x4 trucks to the bottom and park close the entrance of the cave.  Chris and I went through a gear check and a dive gear check including our route and gas management plan to make sure we had everything so if we need to make any changes, now is the time to do that. We wanted make sure everything was working before we would bring it into the cave.  Furthermore, we took some gear out that we did not need and we were able to lighten the load a bit more from that.  Afterwards, we completed packing the bags and started to assign them to the team. 

Chris parks going through diving gear while Tim Mclain and Dave Everton prepare to enter the cave.  Gary Robertson is overlooking the preparation.

Dave helped with the distribution as we wanted to make sure some of the new comers didn't carry as much and make sure everyone else was carrying an equally sized load.   We had 8 people on the trip which made the load pretty light for everyone. Additionally, we were able to float the gear most of the way which made the trip that much easier.  Chris and I brought side mounts for the cave dive with two steel 45s and two AL 30s in protection travel containers with over pressure relief openings in case of an air leak.  This worked great as we were able to float the tanks, protect them, and add straps to them so we were able to carry the tanks like packs. We had our gas management plan established, our dive plan, and assigned reels with knots at 10 ft. intervals to each other to measure the sump distance. I had a pelican dry box to fit my camera in, so we could get pictures of mermaids and monsters that were waiting for us on the other side of the sump.

Everything checked out so we headed to the entrance to make our push into the Blowing Hole Cave. 
Initially the water was pretty cold, I estimate that the temp was around 48 degrees.  After passing the historic raft room and entering the main river passage, the water warmed up to a beautiful 54 degrees with the air temp of a humid 54 degrees.  The river was a standard meandering river with a flat ceiling and mud banks from side to side.  On occasion,  we would run into a formation section here and there, but the cave was mainly river with sleepers underwater.  These sleepers are slippery boulders that bite your wetsuit and can throw you off balance. It is essential to have a walking stick so you can feel for them instead of having your falling knees bang into them. I went ahead and walked past the group that was behind everyone else to a small waterfall trickling over some small rimstone dams and Tim was sitting there by himself.  I sat down with him and we talked about how its nice to be alone in the cave from time to time listening to the waters echoing trickle.  We also talked about what might be on the other side of the sump.  He told me that he wanted to hold his breath and go in if it wasn't to far.  I said I'll make sure I send one of the Mermaids back out to tell you that you can come in, but you can only come in if a mermaid comes and tells you so.  He said that if a Mermaid comes popping out than he is staying right where he is at with the Mermaid and not letting her go!!.... with that famous smile on his face..!!...   I thought that was hilarious when he told me that. 

We continued on to a narrow section where we were about to approach the waterfall and enter the upper level.  So we took a break and waited for the rest of the crew.  I got my camera out to prepare it for the cave environment as well as to adjust the settings to make sure I had everything dialed in.   I took this picture of Tim and April.

Adjusting my camera in blowing hole cave with Tim Mclain and April Mckay, My last picture of Tim Mclain

Now I could only imagine that if I had my settings dialed in right and got a better picture how much more impactful this picture could have been but I cant do anything about that now, at least I got a nice picture of Tim looking like a bad ass!!.  Afterwards Laura, Seth, and Chris came swimming up and I got a picture of them too.

Laura Young, Seth Gower, and Chris Parks swiming to the breakdown pile Blowing Hole Cave

 the camera was fogging but it was better that it was adjusting to the climate now than later, at least that is what I was thinking at the time.

Chris Parks Chilling in Blowing Hole Cave

we continued on and one by one, we made it through the twisting, meander of breakdown to the final small squeeze where 5 or 6 small waterfalls were pouring around us.  It was beautiful!!! amazing. 

Multi drop waterfall breakdown squeeze passage Blowing Hole Cave

Each of us popped out one at a time into a nice breakdown room and into the upper passage of Blowing Hole Cave.  I snapped a couple pictures in this room but I wanted to get to the sump to complete the dive, than, as we were coming back out, take some more pictures. 

Breakdown pile in waterfall room

We went over breakdown piles and into the upper passage river.  The water appeared to be a bit colder but we didn't mind as we kept moving through while being grateful that we were not bumping into any sleeper rocks under the water.  Tim noticed a small water trickle coming out of a hole in the ceiling and briefly wondered where that small hole was coming from.  We continued to float upstream, the water got deeper, and as we continued upstream, we found a spot where the low ceiling air space was encountered.  This is the Beginning of the "moisturizer room".  We were in chest high water with a low air "duck under"  ahead of us which was only for a brief 6-7ft that came back up to stand up air passage. I went in first so I could guide Laura and the rest of the group through but she went the smarter route and found another, easier, way to get through. I guess I was eager to get underwater already but Laura wiggled through to the other side.  Dave came under the low ceiling and as Dave was waiting for the next person to come through, that's when we heard the screaming. 

Laura Young was screaming Tim's name and yelling for us to come back.  She was saying Tim is going through some kind of medical condition and we need to get over there quick.  I heard Tim moaning and I thought he was going through some sort of  reaction or seizure type episode.  I came back through the duck under and I see Laura Young holding Tim in the water. Laura wasn't sure what to do but she was trying to give him CPR.  Dave and I came to assist Laura and I checked his Airway, Breathing, and Circulation for any kind of sign.  I didn't get any response so I started administering CPR to Tim after we found a place where we could administer CPR.  I had Seth hold his helmet I found in the water and my gear while they held him horizontal.

  I checked his eyes, his breathing, his pulse and did everything in my power to bring him back to us. I knew when the time came after 15 minutes that I had to get out of the cave to activate the state and dispatch cave rescue so we could get everyone else out of the cave before Hypothermia set in as well as bring Tim out of the cave. These moments I will never forget, I couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago Tim was having fun and laughing than I am holding him doing everything I can to bring him back to us, but I just couldn't do it.  I was beside myself for a few seconds in dis belief and shocked.   Here we are, almost three miles into a cave system with tight squeeze passageways and 54 degree cold water with people in shock, confused and not believing what just happened.  To me, it felt like some kind of cardiac event happened and I had to shift into a mode where getting out of this cave to activate rescue and getting my friends out of this cave was my new priority.   Having dive rescue experience, I understand Hypothermia pretty well and if Hypothermia and mental anguish set in, they could start to go down hill without even realizing it.  I grabbed Nick and we gracefully but carefully got out of the cave in about an hour! We left our gear inside the cave, all of it, so we could move quick. We had to be careful as the boulders under the water could grab our feet and twist, fracture, or even brake a bone with one wrong move.  Staying calm was in demand and steadfast calculated moves were focused on as we traversed out.   I openly discussed with Nick what happened so we could talk and make sense of things. I knew I needed my mind right and his mind right so we can act fast when we were out. Nick and I discussed that he would call state while I called NCRC so when I got about a 1000 ft from the entrance and I told nick I am going to bolt on out of here and make the calls.
 I got out of the cave, ran to the car, grabbed my phone and started the calls.  I guess my mistake was that I should have called state first but I called laura so she could call my grotto chair Phil Goldman, who can call Roy Becker, who can call Anmar.  So one call was like making four calls to "need to know" people.  Than I called Danyele Cottrell so she can tell Tymme Laun, than I called Kevin Romanak.  While I was on the phone with Kevin the landowners dog almost attacked me so I yelled at the dog to get back and the landowner came out asking me what's wrong .  I asked her if she can call 911 as Nick was running up the hill. The local EMTs showed up and they asked questions about what happened.  They said that we had to wait for the DNR to show up.  We waited and waited until the DNR came as well as other conservation officers.   I gave them the info and suggested they need to get 5mm wetsuits, flotation rafts staged inside the cave and people mobilized because there were other people in the cave that might be going into a state of hypothermia if we don't get back in there in time. I was able to get a cup of coffee and some soup from the landowner but I made sure I was able to get a thermos full of hot water so I could bring that back into the cave for my group inside the cave to warm their core.  Rand and Gary showed up so they were able to handle the DNR a bit.  As I was assembling my spearhead team to get back there Dave Everton, Laura, and April McKay came into the house. THANK GOD!!!!  Three came back and are safe, but there were three more to walk out and I was determined to get back there.  Ryan Cox showed up so we got a group of three strong cavers, suited up, and I made my second trip back into the cave to get everyone else out.
While in the cave with Rand and Ryan,  I talked to them about what happened and other times I would be swiftly getting around bends and ahead of the group.  I felt like a dick but I was thinking about what everyone else was thinking being next to their friend in the cold darkness wondering what's going on at the surface.  After a couple hours, we made it back to the site. 
Chris Parks Greeted me with a hug and we brought them extra food, hot water, and warm comfort. 
From what I understand they continued to give Tim CPR for another hour,  dressed him in warm clothes, and kept him comfortable.  Thankfully I brought a MSR pocket rocket inside the cave so they could heat water which was why I brought that initially, so if people were waiting around for us when we were diving, they could heat water and pour it in their wetsuits. Yea, I know,...I'm that guy that brings more, but I felt it was the right thing to do and it turned out to be a very valuable item.  Rand and Ryan stayed back so it was time to say goodbye and make our exit out of the cave.  It was hard for all of us but knowing some of his core group cared for Tim while the next group showed up made  leaving a bit easier.  I want to thank Rand and Ryan for staying with Tim and for flashing into the cave with me.  It helped our cold cavers get out quicker.  We started to make out exit from the cave and we saw our first group.  Shane Myles, Tim Pride, and Brad Barcom.  It was quite epic for us to see that some of Tim's frontier's men came together and are now going to be carrying Tim out of the cave.  It was a moment of honor and brotherhood to me that we are more than just cavers to each other, we are a family, and as Tim's brethran faded into the upstream darkness to carry our fallen caver, that very thought, was forged with blood, sweat, and tears.  
My remaining members and I continued to exit the cave and we didn't see anyone for an hour so we started to wonder what was going on.  After about 45 minute we saw some more cavers coming through with the comm line and all fired up to help carry Tim out.  I don't remember who was in the group or what happened after we met up, but I remember feeling the fellowship has come together.  Cavers have answered the call! It is our community, the caving community, that get cavers out of caves.
Soon after, we saw team 1 and I remember Joe Kinder being there.  I don't remember much else from that encounter other than it was nice to see Joe as well as the other cavers I knew.  We continued on and found the comm line phone but Chris was unsuccessfully able to use the phone so we continued to the exit. We saw Anmar coming into the cave by himself.  I gave him our detail and we continued to proceed out of the cave. For the past 30 minutes I was observing Seth starting to succumb to the early stages of hypothermia so getting him out was a priority of mine.  Chris was crawling though the water and I was starting to slip a bit more than I should have been but we were locked in clutch and determined to get out before the cold could catch up us.  The closer we got the entrance, the colder the water became that we encountered.  The temperature dropped in the cave and a faint smell of a fire was in the air.  The thought of a fire brought warmth and comfort as we crawled over cold stone and sharp deposits of debris in the 40 something temperatures of this lifeless water passage.  We came to the final crawl where we are meandering around and the entrance was in site.  I powered through and waiting for the rest of my group to help with their gear.  An officer was waiting for us at the surface and I could see Sam Frushour clocking our times out of the cave.  One by one, we walked out into the frigid sub 20 degree weather in a frozen suck locker of a wetsuit that was just recently keeping our bodies from turning into cold blooded flesh.  I made it to the fire and felt the heat starting to soak through the neoprene as I was offered coffee and hamburgers from Nick.  I was laying there in silence and comfort knowing my group is out and in the hands of medical professionals.  I can finally relax and end my purpose while finding comfort from the warmth and protection a fire seems to bring to my body and spirit.   As the steam rose through the exposure suit I was wearing, team 2 was going in.  Walking by I saw fellow cavers, acquaintances, and friends including Jesse Houser stopping by to offer Laura Young and I comfort and assurance that Tim will be lifted and brought home with a strong enduring commitment. 
I got dressed and got a ride up to the landowners house that was turned into a disaster relief center equipped with heated debriefing rooms, EMT ambulances, flood lights around the perimeter, and a Red Cross mobile station offering snacks, water and coffee. Inside Tymme Laun and Danyele were operating the organization of teams and we had team 3 waiting to be dispatched.  I walked into this room and everyone stopped talking.  The conservation officers, DNR, fellow cave rescue and other personal looked at me in silence as I walked to the back of the room.  I gave Tymme Laun a hug and as I looked around , I was impressed with what I saw but I already had this feeling back underground that our caving community would have come together as it did. 
I checked to see how Laura S was doing and she was sleeping, I checked with Chris, Laura, and Seth to see how they were doing.  Seth just got out of the ambulance as they started to treat him with mild hypothermia.  He was still shaking at his core and when I was looking at him, I knew our steadfast determination paid off.  We operated with precision and saved our group from further anguish, fatigue, and hardship by speeding up the recovery process by the hours.

There are so many people to thank, The DNR and the county for coming together to allow Anmar and NCRC to conduct a flawless operation.  As it has been said, Cavers get Cavers out of caves.  We find comfort in some of the most extreme conditions and with our alliance, we can overcome and endeavor to achieve what others might find impossible. I want to thank Tymme and Danyele for creating the organization, I want to thank Laura, Phil, and Roy for initializing NCRC.  I want to thank the county for housing us in hotels to have a warm place to sleep. I want to thank the landowners for allowing their property to be turned into a disaster relief zone as well as for their hospitality. I want to thank our collective of brave and strong cavers that dropped what they were doing to come hours from all directions to provide a union of strength and endurance to carry our fallen caver. I want to thank Nick Benton for traveling out with me, talking with me about what happened, and staying topside as a key player for NCRC, I knew you would come right back in the cave but you helped everyone out topside!  thank you.  I also want to recognize my group Dave Everton, Chris Parks, Laura Young, Seth Gower, Nick Benton for their bravery and strength to accomplish what was a life changing event. How you came together as a team and accomplished where others would have crumbled has made you stronger cavers and amazing team players.  You should be proud of yourselves for your accomplishments!  I know I am missing so many people but this night solidified relations with one another and brought together a new found sense of appreciation and companionship among our friends and families. 

There are a lot of people that knew Tim better than me, but when I sit back and think about Tim, I think about the hope he brought and the positive energy that he would project in his beliefs that have proven to show successful discoveries like the discoveries that the Binkley Project has benefited from with regard to miles of new cave exploration thanks to Tim McLain.  Tim's last communication to me were smiles and laughs, he even had a smile of sorts when I held him.   I can only wish I have a similar departure from life, to be among friends and family while doing something I love in a place that I admired.
 Dave put this accurately as he stated to me "Be grateful you were there with Tim, that is where he wanted to be." That message has had a lot of gravity when I heard those words from Dave because I am not only grateful to have ben there with Tim during his last moments, but it has given me a sense of enlightenment that we are the dream makers. We actually live our dreams others can only imagine and begin to imagine after reading about what we do. Its us!... Its our lifestyles, we are of what our dreams are made of and we explore our dreams with our band of brothers and sisters beside us that share in these ideals. Our bloodline runs thick in our culture. We are a rare breed that thrive to continue the discovery of what is beyond what has been left.
 Tim was that kind of guy that was prepared to go anywhere inside a cave, as long as it was forward, the kind of guy that knows there is no road preceding our foot steps and embraced that unknown as an opportunity to discover.  Some find comfort in the adventure tours that have your gear and meals set up for you as you "discover" a "wild" place, but in my opinion, the true discovery of new oceans can NOT be found unless you have the courage to lose site of the shores you came from and Tim was one of those extraordinary explorers that not only would embrace leaving those shores behind, but would demonstrate that ideal in leading by example... torch in hand, and into the darkness of our own planets deep underground world.  You are that kind of pioneer that I seek to have by my side, that kind of pioneer only a few men can live up to,  and others that can only dream of those experiences so my hat comes off to you Sir, my friend, my fellow caver,  Mr.Tim McLain.  You are a true explorer of the unknown and now you are exploring a place unknown to man and I can only imagine what you are spearheading right now. You brought happiness into the hearts of many as you will be remembered for the rest of our lives. This is how I will remember you and we will miss you Tim.