Blowhole Cave

Blowhole Cave is a spectacular cave, thankfully protected by a large safe door. The formations there are still pristine, they are colorful and they are plentiful. Below are some of the photographs I took on my recent trip there.

Chandelier formation, Kristen Bobo, Blowhole Cave, Cannon County, Tennessee Chandelier formation
Chandelier formation
Red flowstone
Soda straws and carrots, Kristen Bobo
Flowstone / rimstone
Red flowstone


John Henry Demps and Sullivan Cave

Brandon Page, John Henry Demps Cave, White County, Tennessee

In my early days as a Tennessean, I was shown a cave. I explored the nearby countryside and discovered more caves, disappearing streams, and reappearing streams. I started putting together the pieces of the puzzle, and at age eleven, I drew a map of the caves, and the streams that flowed under the land of the sinkhole plain. The map hypothesized the connection of what are now John Henry Demps and Sullivan Cave.
Sullivan Cave, Brandon Page, White County, Tennessee Fast-forward 22 years, it’s the morning of June 12th, 2013, and my biologist friend, Matt Niemiller is showing up at my house to go explore caves on my cousin’s property. I am to assist Matt in the collection of cave life specimens, as well as assist him locating new caves to sample.

I turned in Freddie Dodson Cave and John Henry Demps Cave back in 2008 and have made numerous repeat visits to try and push the low airspace at the back of John Henry Demps Cave with the suspicion that it connects, as my old map shows, to Sullivan Cave. Previous attempts to push the low airspace consisted of trying to get someone else to do it for me, or hoping someone else would provide me the encouragement to go for it. But the effort never materialized.

I was afraid - afraid of hypothermia, afraid of sucking water into my lungs. Despite that, there was an overwhelming need to know. Where does this water go? I wanted to validate a 22 year old map.
Brandon Page, St. Louis Limestone and Warsaw Formation contact, John Henry Demps Cave, White County, Tennessee 1
Matt’s agenda for the day was to collect specimens and I was his “biologizing” assistant. It took about an hour to switch my brain off geology mode and into biology mode. I kept noticing the interesting fossils in the walls when I should have been noticing the millipedes, isopods, spiders, and crayfish that he kept finding. Our collections went well, and soon we were at the low airspace in the back of John Henry Demps Cave.

And there it was, a nagging need to know. Despite the water being about 6 inches higher than in previous attempts, I dropped to my knees and submerged my chest into 55 degree water. I held my hands above my head so I could better balance to prevent my falling into the cold, deep, murky water. Around another curve, the passage kept going. Matt was behind me and occasionally beside me. The ceiling dropped.

I was hyperventilating, and my arms were shaking, though I am unsure if it was the cold, the weariness of holding them above my head, or the adrenaline of the moment. I dipped my chin into the water and turned my head to get under the next constriction. “Does it get any better?” Matt said from somewhere behind me. I called back to Matt that I would continue forward for another minute.

I started counting seconds. At ten seconds another turn, thirty another. At forty my ear dipped into the water. My chest was hot as if I were sunburned. Was it was numbness or some other hypothermic effect? With polypro on, how long can I remain submerged like that? With every exhalation I could see my breath blowing back into my face in the wind. I had lost count with no clue of the long-passed minute. I could turn back, but I had momentum.

I could see my light reflecting off the ceiling and making ripple patterns across the water’s surface. Within that I saw a line of green light, not of my headlamp’s making. Moments later I was climbing out of the water, up through the fog of the thermocline and standing in Sullivan Cave with the warmth of summer upon me.

Matt had to go back for his pack, but was along shortly. I had tested my 22 year old hypothesis and proved it. I found that old map recently and noted how prophetic it was – water, caves, and maps – three of my favorite things.


Virgin Falls

I first remember going to Virgin Falls on August 12th, 2005. I was supposed to meet a friend to dayhike the trail. He failed to show, and I decided to solo. I was inexperienced, and unprepared for the 9+ mile hike that lay ahead of me. Before the end of the day, I ran out of water, lost the trail, and was running out of daylight. This was a moment that would come to define my life. I oriented myself in the direction I thought my car lay, and walked. Eventually, I found my way back, and not a moment too soon. The sun set minutes before I found my car. I had been beaten. Or almost beaten.

I took that personally, and made it a goal to never find myself in that position again. It was a grudge match - me versus Virgin Falls. Over the next 8 years, I would end up hiking that trail partially 9 times, and completely 28 times.

I regard it now as an old friend. It's something that I trust; a beauty that I can describe with my eyes closed. In this post I will share with you my favorite photos I've taken at what is now Virgin Falls State Natural Area.

Big Laurel Falls, Leanne Berry, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Big Laurel Falls detail, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Big Laurel Falls, Big Laurel Creek Cave, Virgin Falls SNA, White County, Tennessee 2 Big Laurel Creek Cave 1, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Big Laurel Creek Cave 2, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Big Laurel Falls, Big Laurel Creek Cave, Jason Collard, Virgin Falls State Natural Area, White Co, TN Jason Collard, Upper Virgin Falls Cave, White County, Tennessee Caney Fork River 1, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Martha's Pretty Point, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN Upper Sheep Cave twillight, Virgin Falls SNA, White Co, TN