There are a bunch of cave tours you can take. We’d thought we'd take the New Entrance Tour or the Mammoth Passage Tour. When we got there, a volunteer said that he wouldn’t consider a trip to Mammoth Caves complete without going on the Historic Tour. So while I had my feet in a plastic dishpan, George bought the tickets.
It’s 2 miles of tromping through a cave without much to see, but we learned some interesting things.
We saw where slaves mined nitrate for saltpeter to make gunpowder for the War of 1812.
We learned about the slaves who served as tour guides in the early 1800s. We saw graffiti from early tourists, where they either carved their names or used candle smoke to write them on the ceilings.
We squeezed uncomfortably through the section called Fat Man’s Misery. And George hardly ever got to stand up straight.
We looked down the Bottomless Pit—we couldn’t see the bottom either. We climbed 155 steps to the top of Mammoth Dome, but it was too dark, and too closed in to get much perspective.
Okay, I’m through complaining. In retrospect, we probably picked the wrong tour.
We’re not going back.