A couple months ago I booked a campsite for one night at Enchanted Rock, a fabulous campground about 2 hours away. I’ve learned in Texas that you have to book months in advance to get the good campgrounds, and mid-October always seems to be when fall comes to Central Texas (or at least sub-85 degree weather). We had camped there a couple years ago when my son was 7 months old, and this was going to be our first attempt at camping with both kids.
Until, that is, we came to our senses. It wasn’t hard to sweet-talk my parents into watching our petite
monsters angels, and Saturday morning we were off by 10am for our kid-free adventure! It was so much fun, and soooo needed. Here’s a little photo tour…
Enchanted Rock is a huge, pink granite exfoliation dome, that rises 425 feet above ground, 1825 feet above sea level, and covers 640 acres. It is one of the largest batholiths (underground rock formation uncovered by erosion) in the United States (Yep, I copied that from the Parks & Wildlife website).
There’s a cave entrance at the top of it, and we were determined to explore it.
There’s plenty of opportunities to take dumb leaning photos. I’m omitting the ones of me pretending to be Keanu Reeves in the Matrix (dodging bullets on the rooftop) because I look like even more of a fool than my poor husband here.
On our way up we noticed that paramedics were walking behind us, and someone told us that someone had just slipped and fallen in the cave and was knocked unconscious. We also heard that a helicopter was on its way to airlift her to a hospital. We decided to scoot on up to see the helicopter land.
This is when I really missed my kids and wished that my 4-year-old could see this bad-assed sight. I know someone was injured and I felt really horrible about it, but a helicopter! Landing on a giant boulder right in front of me! It was pretty sweet. Or maybe I’ve been around 4-year-old boys too much.
I was not the only one who thought it was sweet. We all hung around watching the spectacle, fully owning up to the gawkers that we were.
It landed right in front of the cave entrance. The EMS team got her safely into the helicopter and whisked her away. I hope she’s ok.
And just like that, they take an injured lady out of the cave, and we’re first in line to go in.
I was telling my husband right about now, “This is my kind of cave! You can stand up in it, and there’s plenty of light!” I should state the obvious and say I’m a wuss when it comes to spelunking, or anything that involves adventure. I’m more of the “let’s read our books at the campsite and maybe go for a short hike” kind of camper.
Then we got to the real entrance. I freaked out and refused to go in, but my husband convinced me that it would be fun and we would never get the chance again. It wasn’t until 5 minutes later when I was ready to crawl back out that he told me that there’s no crawling out the way you came in — you have to crawl the length of the cave, essentially down the rock, and come out at the bottom of it.
I think I cussed mightily at this point.
We were about 3/4 of the way through here and I was finally able to smile about being crammed in a tiny crevice with daddy long legs crawling about.
45 minutes later, we emerged at the bottom! Of the cave, that is. We still had to hike down the rest of the rock. I kissed the ground shortly after this picture was taken.
Here is the backside of Enchanted Rock, just as the sun was setting. It was quite a weekend.