There’s Custard in the Icebox

Micheal, Maximilien, Ryan and I took a detour from our day of detours (you know, the day I should have been preparing for my trip) and went to the south side of town for some Andy’s Custard and a trip to The Devil’s Icebox to burn off at least a little of what we would consume at Andy’s.

The custard was delicious.  The cold chill of our tasty delight was a welcome to the hot and humid air choking us every moment outside.  It almost made up for it.  Almost.

After we devoured our custard we drove down to The Devil’s Icebox.  It was so beautiful and, while hot, bearable the closer we got the caves. Icy cool breezes juxtaposed to the heavy air around us were a welcomed feature of the steps leading down towards the darkness of the cave.

Once there a chill surrounded us, wrapped us in its long, thin arms.  WIth the sun setting and since we had no flash lights or anything more than flip flops on, we were forced to turn around and head back to the sultry environment above.

For some reason, probably because Micheal and Ryan are little boys at heart, we ran back to the car slowing only when our feet met the slimy, wet slate steps to the bridge.

We drove a little further down the road before we headed back to town, meeting around a dozen, or more, little bunnies, as we drove.

It was a fun night, and even though I should have been gathering, packing and running errands, it was worth it.

P.S., waiting on pics from Micheal 😉

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The Devil’s Icebox

The other day I wrote about needing a picture in order to post these days.  That or unwrought emotion.  Pictures are safer 😉

So I went to Rock Bridge State Park to visit the Devil’s Icebox cave.  It’s a pretty neat place, very cool, literally.  It went from around 80-90 degrees to the 50’s in just a short trip down some stairs.  It was fabulous.


The entrance is pretty majestic and daunting when you are alone.  I just knew someone, or something, was going to get me as soon as I turned my back on the stairs and began my journey into the cave.


The cave is 11 kilometers deep, I went in about 50 feet before I decided that was enough.  In my defense, I was carrying my Nikon D80, Tokina 10-17mm and my SB-600 flash.  Plus I wasn’t wearing my “play clothes” haha.  Oh, and there was the whole, no flashlight deal and the, is that a serial killer just around the bend waiting to kill me, thing.  Yeah, I wasn’t paranoid at all.


All and all it was a fun little trip all by myself.  It would have been a lot more fun had taken a friend with me and the proper cave exploring tools, like a lantern…

The temperature difference hit me pretty good and hard once I got out of the cave.  Hot, humid and gross.  Fogged up my lens pretty nicely but created an interesting effect on this picture.


Ahhh, even though I didn’t take but a few pictures, and even though the park is pretty damn boring, I had my fun.