a personal story by David Locklear, dlocklea...@gmail.com
Bare with me here please. It is a beautiful day, and I am stuck in
horrendous traffic driving with the Sun in my face, with my mind wandering
to a more pleasant memory.
A quarter of a century ago, I was having preliminary discussions with my
caving colleagues in Houston about planning a real grotto caving trip -
something that had rarely been successfully pulled off.
I suggested a trip to Las Grutas del Precipicio and convinced them that we
could do it.
In those days, nearly every caver in Houston did not have a computer in the
house nor easy access to one ( except maybe at work ). Email / Internet
had not yet reached Houston caving.Communication was done via landline
phones ( we just called them "phones." ) None of had answering machines
nor used beepers ( pagers ).
I am writing this from a very fuzzy memory, but there is a trip report in
SpeleoSpace.
I think the trip occurred over Thanksgiving 1991 ( maybe 1990 ).
Charles Fromen offered to drive us to Bustamante Canyon in his old 1977 ( ?
) supercab Dodge Powerwagon. His young son, Carl Phillip Fromen, was with
us. He about 12 years old.
Also Kenny and Carol McGee were there ( probably newlyweds ?? ).
I think I was semi-homeless at the time, and caver Bill Rupley had offered
me an inexpensive room in his fancy condo. I was most likely working as a
contract draftsman using Microstation CAD for a temp agency. I had not
yet made many modifications to the SpeleoStationwagon.
In those days, the only bridge across the Rio Grande ( to Bustamante ) was
in Laredo and there was no gas near Bustamante.
I think our trip was uneventful.
Carl Phillip Fromen used an Inchworm system for the ascent of the 2 pits.
( I still have his Inchworm rig that his dad built ) We probably used PMI
rope, but maybe Bluewater ? Charles probably jumared out on a Texas
system, and Kenny and Carol probably used Ropewalkers without any
pulleys. I most likely had a system I made up combining a Mitchell System
with a Gibbs at the foot instead of a lower Jumar.We did not know
anybody that liked the Frog, and most cavers I knew ridiculed it. Charles
was in excellent physical shape and his son showed a promising future as an
award winning rope-climber.
We probably just took a quick dip in the creek after the visit to the cave,
as the canyon was still destroyed by Hurricane Gilbert ( from 1988.)
We also might have swam at the spring in Lampazos ( a place that was a
whole lot better back then ).
I can't remember if we slept in the cave. I can't remember if we ate at
the Hotel Ancira, but we most likely did.
I just know we did not have aerial-video making drones, or cell phones or
LED headlamps or digital cameras or Google Earth, and the truck most likely
had a carburetor.And we survived !!
I think we did spend an hour looking for caves on the North ( west ) ridge
of the canyon, before heading home.
If you see the participants at TCR, try to see if they remember the trip.
I attempted this trip 6 times, and only twice did I make it to the big
formations at the back room. All the memories are blended and fuzzy with
forgotten names.
David Locklear
NSS # 27639
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