After taking some quick cave-mapping lessons from Sue, the group split up into two teams. John, Sue and Tomas started from the crack and surveyed toward the entrance. Dale and Jon and I slid down into a narrow slit in the floor and worked our into the unknown.|
With the exception of some poor compass readings caused by John's glasses, team one had no problems and managed to quickly complete their survey. For the rest of us, it was slow-going from the very start. The slot starts out about 10 feet high and 18 inches across - at least large enough for us to turn around. As we moved north, the crack grew in height, but rapidly narrowed to about 10 inches. We could see where we wanted to go, but even with our bodies turned to the side, our helmets were simply too wide to move forward.
After surveying for about 50 feet, it was too tight to continue. The three of us slowly backed out, unable to even turn our heads until we were within 20 feet of the opening.
Had the weather conditions been such that the passage was sucking air rather than blowing it, we could have placed a smoke bomb in the crack in an effort to find where it connects with the main passageway. But that will ultimately have to wait for another weekend.
And Tomas, by the way, is most decidely not claustrophobic.