I’ve been thinking about out cave visits in the Black Hills where I learned all about the stalactites that slowly form down from the ceiling. They can be so unique and interesting they way they form.
It’s dark in those caves, Lineman had to wear his prescription sunglasses in one of those caves and it just didn’t work out so well. I guess when your forehead meets a low ceiling you couldn’t see because of your sunglasses one can get pretty upset. But I digress. Aren’t these stalactites impressive and unique!
Each with their own characteristics.
Ummm, I don’t remember the ceiling being green, or the perfect arch either. Hmmm.
Oh, it’s my moms truck all covered in stalactites, er, I mean ice. Hey, it was fun while it lasted.