After the painfully frigid dampness of Dutton’s, Dave Duguid, Ken Walsh, Jason Lachniet, and I strolled along the sunlit field over to Radon Cave. It didn’t take long to find out that Ken wouldn’t fit through the entrance crawl. We traded him a shovel for a cable ladder and left him behind.
When we reached the junction where the old traverse was, we were shortly joined by the grunting and hissing of a groundhog. He retreated down a side passage, but his stench lingered while Dave ascended 25 feet and rigged the cable ladder. After yet more belly crawling, we reached the pinch and the reason we’d brought along the hammer. Without Ken, extra tools were unnecessary, and we slid out into the Big Room effortlessly.
At first, it just looks like a big room, and I was so grateful to be standing up that I soaked it in. Then Dave told me to climb the small breakdown pile, and from there, it’s clearly a Big Room. Jason set stations, bouncing from one wall to the other until we reached the far end of the room, occasionally noting the faded carbide station markers from a previous survey. We surveyed a total of 300 feet. The ceiling height maxed out at 75 feet. We eyeballed a ledge about 15 feet above the pinch and agreed that someone could free climb most of the way and reach it with a few bolts. The only remaining leads would be high ones that are only visible and accessible from up there.
In the big room, we saw one live bat, one isopod, and the decayed remains of one groundhog-sized critter.
While we were surveying Ken enlarged the entrance crawl, and getting out was a breeze. At least, it was less miserable than it would have been.