Story and photo’s by Philip Walker

What Came First: The Chicken or the Egg

There was an unconfirmed rumor about a Florida stage coach robbery.  As thundering hooves rhythmically pounded across the central Florida terrain, exhausted horses gasped for air.  Knowing the bandits may soon overtake them, a money box was thrown from the racing Stage into the rocky crevasse of a sinkhole.  The intent was to go back and retrieve the loot.  The unconfirmed rumor is that the loot was never retrieved.

From 1851 until the railroad was built in 1882, the Concord Stage Company ran the only public transportation between Jacksonville and Tampa.  The Stage line used a watering hole and rest stop nine miles south of Ft King (present day Ocala).  The rumored robbery occurred close to this location.

In the 1930’s Tuck Lundy bought land and started exploring the many sink holes dotting the landscape.  Knowing the power of water to move boulders and reshape the land, tools and explosives were used to explore further into the ground, looking for the elusive lost loot.  As underground cavities where enlarged, help was hired to extract the rubble.  The rubble was then used to build structures on the property.  The structures are some of the finest examples of backyard engineering ever seen, discarded rock, concrete, car parts, roofing buckets, sections of guard rail, and even old refrigerators were used.  Since these new caverns became such a curiosity, a decision was made to charge money to visit them.  As the popularity of Florida’s only show cave with an underground waterfall grew, a gift shop was opened and Hotels were built.  Business was good.

After the highway system was built in the 1960’s many tourist attractions closed down.  That is when Mr. Lundy shifted gears and created the most unique businesses ever to be born in Florida and perhaps the world.  For a small fee you would step into an elevator that would transport you into deep depths of the underground.  Deep underground psychic visions were strong and your future could be read.  The elevator was a wooden box on springs inside a dark stone structure.  After the door was closed, a switch was flipped to illuminate a rock wall moving past a window.  The elevator never moved, it only rocked back and forth on springs, while pictures of rocks moved up or down. When you apparently reached your destination, the opposite door would open allowing one to exit in the opposite direction of the same stone structure.

Rumor has it the loot was never retrieved from the Stage Coach robbery. However, buying this property made one entrepreneur a living for many years and made Mr. Lundy legendary among the caving community. The question is: Was the rumor started to boost the business or did the business boost the rumor.

Jeremy works as Ben practices his mean stick guitar.

Bill walking tall.

Kimber in zen with the world.

No weed is safe with weed-whacking Steve on the loose.

Bill and Kimber Mace, Jason, Wendie, Lisa, and Bill Birdsall planning the next move.

Ben and Wendie working the weeds.

Jeremy shapes up the hedges

Sunday, November 16^th was a beautiful day for 25 cavers to converge on the historical property that had one of Florida’s earliest land transportation routes pass through, was a show cave, physic business, farm, and finally a home. The Florida Speleological Society (FSS) went to assist in cleaning the property and the caves. The old show cave has been heavily vandalized, with structures now deteriorating rapidly. The old elevator has rotted away leaving only a partial structure and a bit of machinery. A large tree has fallen on the old gift shop damaging it heavily. Geology is working on the sinks and cave as well. Sometimes breakdown and rubble completely cover the old hand railings and stairs.

Even though it was made by the hand of man. Lundy’s Cave is a wonder. It is an incredible amount of work to dig, chip, and blast chert and limestone to the extent that it was done. Thanks to everyone that came out to lend a hand.

Caryn and Milo in the old Gift Shop.

Jeremy examines the old elevator tred-wall.

The outside of the elevator buiding.

Phil in a typical Lundy cave passage.

Oh…So that’s where it is. We’ll just step out quietly the other way then.

Wall made with broken chirt, with hand rail in the old bomb shelter room.

An old set of stairs inside.

A great couple; Bill and Lisa.

A shadowy figure standing afar.

Wendie exits from under the waterfall.

The stairway to the surface world from the underworld.

James and the trash picking crew gearing up.

Milo the cave dog gearing down.

Doesn’t everyone have a personal harness tester?

If you happen to have historical photos or information on this area as a tourist attraction, please contact us at Board@floridacaving.com

Some landowners look at a cave as a hindrance, they attempt to fill the natural hole with all sorts of debris.  Of course,we discourage this and volunteer to clean out sinks and caves.  Some landowners realize they have a valuable natural resource in a cave rather than a hindrance.  The owner of  Catacombs Cave  is one of these people.  Ms. Peggy has a beautiful cave and a beautiful property.  We all know that sometimes with busy lifestyles that it gets tough to care for the things we have.  We also know that eight or ten people can get things done a lot faster than one.  So, on Sunday August 3rd 2014 several cavers went over to volunteer to help clean the property.  A small retention wall was reassembled to prevent massive runoff, invasive plant species were removed, gravel was spread over the driveway to prevent rutting, and the entire property was given a nice makeover. This was all done with the enthusiasm to Dance like no one is watching.

Ari, who has many hobbies such as caving, cave diving, and photography, is also a skydiver. When asked why he would ever jump out of a perfectly good airplane, he replied by saying, if you look close, airplanes are not really perfect, they all have little issues.

Bernice clearing the jungle.

Bruce (aka Sleazeweazle) explaining landscape engineering to Danny and Annette.

Annette with an arsenal of tools.

Steve, Phil, Mike, and Danny clearing the property next to the road.

As the smoke cleared, Danny was happy to still have all his fingers and toes.

Who knew that lopping was such an all American past-time.

The cleanup volunteers had a nice lunch in the shade. Due to the cave being policed and gated it did not need any work at all. A couple of volunteers did scale the drop to check on the water level, which is very high, and the water was crystal clear.  We did not do any caving other than an entrance inspection due to bat maternity season just ending.

Bernice and Kitty conducting SALT talks.

Steve, Mike, Ari, and Jeremy cooling off in the shade.

Danny and Annette (DNA) who organized the event.

Feasting in the woods.

When you think of a symbiotic relationship, you probably are transported back to Biology class thinking of two species that benefit each other–like  Bees and flowers. Most people don’t think of a caver and a landowner as symbiotic.  However, the relationship between caver and a landowner has been symbiotic since the early 1950’s when the Florida Speleological Society (FSS) was founded. If you have a cave, karst feature, or sinkhole on your property–drop us a line.  We are happy to offer good manpower for a cleanup at no cost.

Story by Philip Walker

All photos by Jon Singly

Over the years, the effort of maintaining and improving the Southeastern Cave Conservancy Inc.(SCCi) owned Jennings Cave Preserve has been focused primarily on stopping the amount of dumping and local littering that has plagued the site for decades.

Roughly 10 years ago, the acting stewards made an attempt at educating local residents through the construction of a kiosk on the Jennings property. The  kiosk listed contact names and numbers, as well as penalties for unauthorized entry and vandalism. At the time, the preserve was also posted as a protected site by the Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) for a large bat colony. SCCi Preserve boundary markers were affixed along the perimeter of the property. Within six months, the kiosk was destroyed and pitched into the pit in pieces. The boundary markers were either taken or used as target practice until obliterated. The remnants of the wood structure and parts of a cherry laurel tree that died had fallen into the pit and found their way into the “ante-room”, which runs in the opposite direction of the cave. Having gotten a little ahead of the dumping and trash cycle, I thought it was time to tackle the wood and log jam pile up.

During our July meeting I informed our other members of my plan to extract the wood remnants from the cave. I immediately got some volunteers and we arranged our workday after the meeting. The following week, I drove to the site and was met by Phil, Ben (his son), Chris (an enthusiastic new member of the Florida Speleological Society (FSS)), and Johnathon (friend of Chris’s family). After inspecting the size and weight of the logs, we determined we could timber hitch and haul them straight up and out of the pit. Phil and Ben took the topside position while Chris hooked up the timber at the lower landing of the pit. I was on rope at the ledge halfway down the pit entrance. As Phil and Ben hauled upward I assisted and helped keep them out of the squeeze at the top lip. No loads were dropped. Chris cleared the landing before any hauling began and we all kept safety our primary goal. It all went about as smoothly as it could go. Even a good amount of rain during the extraction didn’t dampen our ability to work together as a team. Our efforts ended up with the removal of some sizable logs and wood remnants all hauled away from the site.

We’ve all  been involved in other volunteer organizations but it always amazes me the response I’ve seen and the amount of work that is accomplished when a handful of cavers get together. Phil, Ben, Chris, Jonathon and all our fellow Florida cavers who have helped the SCCi and its stewards make Jennings one of Florida’s most popular caves in Florida, thank you.

Story by Mike Gordon

Johnathon exits the cave.

Mike after a hard days w

The removed wood pile from the anti-room.

I felt tired and anxious as the world passed by the windshield at 65 miles per hour.  I checked my watch–Saturday, May 10th, 9:00AM.  As my wife drove, I closed my eyes and reflected on the events that had lead to this very day.

I remembered the morning last October when I opened my E-mail and found long time friend and caver Bill Oldacre had passed away.  Bill was legendary for the work he had done for Warren Cave.  As shadows of passing trees danced before closed eyelids, I could see images of Bill spending long hours chipping away at the Cashew Squeeze, writing numerous letters attempting to save the cave, I envisioned the night when the local sheriff was stopped in an attempt to dynamite the entrance shut, then  driving all night with Jerry Jonson and Al Krause to attend a National Speleological (NSS) board meeting to arrange donation, and management of the Warren Preserve.  I remembered attending Bills memorial in early November and hearing so many amazing stories of accomplishments.  Many of us felt that we really didn’t even know him.

It seemed only fitting when it was suggested that we do something special for Bill and his family at the FSS meeting following Bill’s memorial.

So Cavers Would Remember: Jon Singley spearheaded the making of a bronze plaque while Mike Gordon, Kitty Markley, Jerry Johnson, Buford Pruitt, John Harris, and Steve Nemith spent long hours; locating, digging-up, cleaning, moving, and cementing in place a 1,500 pound bolder at the preserve.  John, Mike, and Buford ground down and attached the memorial plaque to the boulder.

So Cavers Could Rest: Steve and Bernice Nemith had a picnic table engraved as a memorial and delivered it to the preserve.

So Cavers Would Not Go Hungry:  Kitty Markley planted a citrus tree in honor of Bill loving to snack after a good cave trip.

The work still wasn’t finished.  Erik Amsbury coordinated  repairing the horrible road that could only be accessed with a 4×4.  With the help of Dave Lizdas and others–brush was cleared, so thousands of pounds of gravel could be shipped and dumped on site.  It was funny that the dump truck driver told us that he had been to that very cave years ago with Tom Petty.

All those hours of planning and hard work had lead up to this very day: Saturday, May 10th, 9:00AM.  As the car slowed and pulled into the Warren Preserve access road I relaxed as I saw smiles of friends on the newly transformed property.  Even though rain was in the forecast there was hardly a cloud in the sky, temperatures were mid 70’s with a gentle breeze caressing the trees high above.  The sink was green and lush, yet the trails was dry and free of mosquitoes (almost).  This seemed to be the perfect day.

As the crowd gathered, we talked of the 170 year history of Warren Cave, the accomplishments of Bill and the early members of the FSS.  We listened to recollections from Jerry Johnson, Al Krause, Jon Singley, and Bill Birdsall.  Bill Oldacre’s wife Shirlee unveiled the beautiful plaque as their daughter Maria, granddaughters, friends, and acquaintances looked on.  Vince Phelps worked magic on the smoker making  pulled pork of legend.  Bernice coordinated the food table as only Bernice can do.  There were handshakes, hugs, stories, laughter, and good times shared by many.  Bill would have loved the family like atmosphere at his beloved preserve.

If you have ever wondered–what is life?  Life is about memories.  Throughout history memories have been passed down from old to young through song, stories, tails, and photographs. On Saturday, May 10th, 2014, memories were shared and made honoring Bill Oldacre and the wonderful day at the NSS owned Warren Cave Preserve.  This day will be remembered by all that attended.

Story and photo’s by Philip Walker

 http://www.floridacaving.com/bill-oldacre-day-at-warren-cave/

Every year cavers from Florida form a traditional gathering. This is for cavers young and old, experienced or inexperienced, in state or out, everyone is welcome.  This year the Tampa Bay Grotto (T-Bag) hosted the “Fresh squeezed, premium, all natural Florida Cave Cavort during the final weekend of March.

Steve Adams and the entire Tampa Bay crew did a fantastic job organizing the event. Big thanks to Ray and Sharron Thornton who allowed Tampa Bay to use their beautiful property on the banks of the Withlacoochee River for three days.  The weather was not particularly kind this year, but that did not put a damper on the festivities.  There was good caving, kayaking, mountain biking, diving, hiking, food, camping, zip lining, tree climbing, and just hanging out.  There was something for everyone. This year the band

151 Rocks played their hearts out at the Saturday bonfire.

Every year the Cavort gets better and better–in part due to activities, location, and fantastic planning.  However, the comradery of cavers is what really makes it great.  Thanks to everyone who came out for a great time.

Thanks to Jon Singly for documenting the fun with

photo’s posted on the Tampa Bays website.

Part of the cleanup crew (photo by Buford Pruitt)

Have you ever gone for a nice pleasant walk only to find cigarette butts, beer cans, and trash along a road or trail.

Unfortunately, this happens way to often. No one likes trash. However, it seems many people are still ignorant enough to to dump it in the woods.

Ever since there have been people, there has been trash. Since we have progressed beyond food scrapes, bones, and shells–trash has been a problem. Throughout history people have just gotten trash away from their personal space (out of their pockets, out of their car, and out of the yard). In New York City trash used to be dumped off a platform into the East River. We now have recycling programs and proper ways to dump trash, so why doesn’t everybody use them? Why is it easier for people to haul garbage out in the woods, rather than dispose of it properly?

In this day and age many things have been invented to make our lives easier, such as the following:

• 1810 Tin Can.
• 1868 Plastic.
• 1892 Metal Caps on beer bottles.
• 1903 Corrugated cardboard.
• 1912 Cellophane.
• 1929 Aluminum Foil.
• 1935 Beer Can.
• 1941 Styrofoam.
• 1960 Plastic Cup.
• 1977 Soda Bottle.

All of these things and more were found around the Jennings Cave property on January 26th 2014. Thanks to Mike Gordon and Kitty Markley for organizing a cleanup up of the area, twenty people showed up to gather over 1,500 pounds of trash. The Dunnelin Waste Removal Department came by and removed the pile for free. We all thought it would be nice to simply return the garbage to the original owners.

When a piece of trash is thrown out of a window or dumped, it is dumped on someone’s property. Even though Jennings Cave does not have a house on it, it is still someone’s property. The Southeastern Cave Conservancy (SCCi) owns the entire Jennings Cave Preserve. It is time for everyone to take pride in their home, neighborhood, town, and planet– because trash dumping is unhealthy, unsightly, and just plain wrong.

It is nice to have Florida Cavers unite to help, clean, and support a cave owned by an organization that supports cavers.

Thanks to Mike and Kitty for organizing the event, thanks to John Harris who brought out the trailer, and:

BIG THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED!

Couple of great photographs by ARYcave of the inside of Jennings:

• Jennings Cave

• Cave Vandalism

Having fun in Tumbling Rock. (Picture by Marrisa Lasso)

October 11-13, 2013

If you are a caver, one of the biggest events to look forward to every year is the annual trip to the “TAG Fall Cavein”, held in early October. There are other trips to the Tennessee, Alabama, and Georgia (TAG) area during the year, but the annual TAG Fall Cavein is always special. Georgia’s Dogwood City Grotto hosts the largest get-together of cavers in the world. There are fantastic facilities, vendors with discounts on all sorts of gear, food, a great band, a raffle, a climbing contest, 5K monkey-butt run, activities for kids such as movies and a playground, and one of the most spectacular bonfires ever seen. Adding to the fun, Bill Birdsall and Jon Singley mysteriously appear every year. If none of that gets you excited than there are also CAVES. Lots of caves. This area has the highest concentration of caves anywhere in the United States. There are horizontal caves that one can actually walk through (which is nice for Florida cavers). There are vertical caves. There are formations large and small. There are dry caves, wet caves, small caves, and large caves. There are caves to fit everyone’s skill level and desire.

This year the FSS had 14 participants that made the trip.

Every year this event gets better, we can hardly wait until next year. Some of the caves visited were Big Mouth, Buckets of Blood, Tate, Jess Elliot, Horse-Skull, Jacks, High-Hole, Rusty’s, and Tumbling Rock. This year was the best ever, but we already have plans to go back next year to see if this year can be topped.

Hiking up Fox Mountain

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to Rusty’s Cave.

Rusty’s Cave is named after Rusty Mills, who discovered the cave but never entered it. He died while performing a rescue at the Howard’s Waterfall Disaster. This is the plaque that honors him at the entrance.

Bill getting ready to make the drop.

Steve on standby.

Christian geared up and ready to go.

Christian sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Steve looking at all the beautiful formations.

Watch your head if strolling through the pretties.

Christian in the underground.

Steve and Bill.

Phil sees daylight. (It is rare to actually have a picture of the photographer).

The massive entrance of Jess Elliot Cave.
(Photo by Marrisa Lasso)

Taking an underground stroll.

Looking at some of the formations in the back of the cave

Looking closely, you can see helictites on this formation.

Petroglyphs from a long time ago.

Tony looking at the conglomerate ceiling

Tony takes a nap while Katie keeps guard.

The one armed crayfish.

Entrance to Tate Cave.

This is a fantastic gingerbread house that was made for the SSCi raffle

Fire away.

Mike and Kitty enjoying the evening.

The morning after.

Story and photos by

Philip Walker

Warrens Cave is the longest dry cave in Florida, with over 4 miles of passage. As beautiful as Warrens Cave is, with ribbons of chert, karst canyons, and Miocence era fossils–it is also known for some of the longest and tightest squeezes that shred adventurers into exhausted hamburger. It was discovered years ago that one of these knurly passages, called the Red Streak, could actually be bypassed with a fair amount of digging. With renewed energy the Florida Speleological Society (FSS) went to work. The connection is very close but still has not broken through.

To celebrate this (almost) achievement, a party was held at the Warren Cave Preserve. The dampness really didn’t matter. Canopies were erected to keep things dry. Vince worked on some amazing pulled pork, drinks were pulled out from the cooler, and Bernice went to work on everything else. Some folks went to work on the bypass dig, some went to climb in the practice tree and played i the cave, and of course everyone sat and chatted with the legendary Bill Oldacre. Bill was fundamental in exploring Warrens Cave back in the late 1960’s, preserving the property with the Nature Conservancy in 1976, then having it donated to the National Speleological Society (NSS) in 1991. Bill has been the Steward of Warren Cave for the last 35 years.

A great time was had by all. Thanks to Vince, Les, Irv, and Erik, for putting all the energy and motivation into the bypass tunnel and making the get-together happen. Thanks to hurricane Bernice who organized and ran the pot luck, chopped out new parking areas, made mulch for us to walk over, and moved equipment and canopies to keep everyone dry.

Dave and Katie from the River City Grotto

Dave making Bill Oldacre sign a release form.

Bill in the ‘Suk’, shuttling folks.

Kitty on the grill

Katie in the entrance sink

On the way to the bypass dig.

Steve keeping an eye on things

Meredith looking at the end of the tunnel. Over 100 feet in, with 15 or so to go.

Dave and Maredith taking a break

Joey in the tunnel

Bernice directing traffic. Dave attempted to sneak in without a lot of attention, dressing the jeep up with a bit of camouflage.

A karst canyon with some great chert along the side

Success, as Meredith finishes her climb.

Relaxing at the Warren Cave Preserve.

Vince managed to get his car out of the mud with all 4 cylinders still inside the hood.

Story and photos by Philip Walker

As March 2013 approached cavers across Florida and the southeastern United States make last minute plans of escaping for the weekend. Some make lists of what to bring, others scramble to finish work. Finally, just prior to the second weekend of March cavers load vehicles to maximum capacity and head for Jerry’s Ranch in Williston Florida.

Excitement builds as one pulls up the long drive to see Mike, Kitty, and Steve at the airstream trailer registration booth. Familiar faces are seen everywhere–a little chat here, a little chat there, then finally you set up camp. Some of these people haven’t been seen in a year or more, yet it seems like yesterday.

There are always new folks to keep things fresh in addition to caving icons that always have new stories. Trips leave for caves around the area, making an empty camp, except for a few that catch up on old times or just relax in the mid-day sun.

After a great day of exploring caves everyone comes back to camp. Donning clean clothes, after a heavenly hot shower, one meanders up to the homestead to be served an exquisite meal by Jerry, Cheryl, and Bernice. It doesn’t get any better than Great food, Great service, and Great times.

After dinner and a little bit of relaxation, everyone heads to the bonfire area. The fire is lit and the party begins. Crossroads hits the stage playing blues, rock, county, and anything that is suggested. People huddle around the fire tapping feet, chatting with old friends, sharing comradely and enjoy the evening as the temperature drops.

The last day is the hardest–little tired, little hungover, little sore, but a very happy. Breakfast is served once again by the ‘bestest’ host in town–Jerry and company. Goodbyes are said, vehicles packed, numbers exchanged and the journey home is begun with some friendships renewed, and new friendships begun.

Thanks to everyone who made it out, and everyone that helped out to make a GREAT CAVORT!

All photos by Jon Singley, story by Philip Walker.

After the holidays and a little time off, it wasn’t long before the FSS was back
to doing what it does best. Gathering its forces and pitching in when and where
the need arises. So when the call came out from one of our veteran cavers, John
Harris, that we needed to spend some time at one of our grottos senior members
house, Bill Oldacre, and lend him

a hand with some roof and yard work, the response
was swift.
Most cavers are aware that Bill Oldacre is synonymous with Warrens cave preserve.

Any of us who have been through Warrens cave owes a debt of gratitude to him and
others of his caving generation for the dedication and persistance that made the
protection and access of Florida’s longest dry cave possible.

Over the years Bill has been troubled with health problems. His wife Shirley and

he did what they could to maintain

their property and their storm damaged roof.
Thats when John stepped in and offered the grottos long overdue assistance. He
brought the matter to our attention on Thursday night at the meeting and the work
began on Friday and was resumed on Sunday and Tuesday. A dozen or so of us met at
Bills on Saturday to tackle the roof. Everyone was happy to pitch in where they
could. Bernice and Steve Nemeth laid out a spread for lunch and fed us during our
break. The weather was great and the work got done fast. Bill and Shirley were
great hosts. Kitty saw the opportunity to interview Bill for an article in our
upcomming cavort guidebook. It was good to see him and hear his laugh.

As a caver, I was proud to be working side by side with my friends on this project.
I believe we all shared a feeling of accomplishment when we left. I would have
liked to have been there

on Tuesday to help finish up the job. Hopefully, I can
help the next time we head out to Bill and Shirley’s.
Thanks Bill and Shirley for allowing us to help. Thanks are also in order to John
Harris for taking charge and mobilizing the troops who i won’t bother naming in fear
of leaving someone out. You all know who you are. Thanks again for the huge effort
and once again showing what the FSS stands for.

Article by Mike Gorden and Kitty Markley

All photo’s by Jon Singley

Bernice and John chatting over lunch.

John takes charge.

Mike lending a helping hand.

See Steve saw.

Kitty interviews Bill.

Sitting down for a bit to eat.
(Steve, Kitty, Mike, Bill B, Buford)

Staying hydrated.
(Al, Bernice, and Lisa)