When I woke up and saw the sun shining I knew I had to go immediately before the skies opened up again with torrential rain.
The train rarely stops at the unmanned station, for good reason as nothing exists around the station save a dirt path to an old dock. Standing on this dock for a moment looking confused seemed to be the best plan and within a moment or two I noticed a boat approaching from the other side. This large boat seemed somewhat more than necessary as I was the only passenger.
About two minutes or so later I was walking up a long path to ‘the house’ as so named by my less than fluent boat driver. The house was a very large building that served as restaurant, museum, and gift shop for the national park area.
After wandering through the various gifts and things I found myself outside and walking up a rather treacherous path made of the stones resembling Gensan. The most interesting thing about the site was the trees and sandbags around the roots as they had clearly been there for a very long time.
While the caves are somewhat disappointing in scale to someone who has lived in the rocky mountains they are quite unique in terms of naturally occurring geological formations and other boring subjects that people tell me to shut up about.
Now for a fellow with balance issues the descent from the top was quite a thrilling adventure. The steps were around half as long as my feet and the drop from one to the next is around double what one might expect, in addition should one fall the stones would provide little to no relief beyond that of death. Needless to say I clung to the railing like a college student clings to the belief that his fedora looks cool.