Since Kayley and I both had the privilege of having Holiday Monday free from the constraints of employment, we decided to get out of the house and do a little adventuring.
Our first stop was at the Bonnechere Caves in Eganville, Ontario.
I have always had this weird obsession with cave exploration, it’s most likely a result of my parents introducing me to many of the famous caves along the east coast as a child, or the feeling of exploring the unknown, either way, they are cool as hell!!
The tour starts out quite mellow, there are nice wooden steps, it’s wide and bright inside, not really what I was expecting but it provided Kayley some initial comfort (She’s claustrophobic, and you be might asking yourself, why would a claustrophobic girl explore a cave? Well, she’s a badass, duhhh).
Unfortunately, most of the cave was barely lit, so taking photos was a challenge in itself. All the cave walls were dripping wet, the cold air down below was a nice change from the humid weather outside, there were giant spiders all above us and the walls started caving (see what I did there) in the farther you got. Now this was the kind of cave adventuring I was hoping for!
At one point, we had the chance to crawl through this corridor that was so tight we legitimately had to crawl on our hands and knees through cave water. It was crazy to think the original explorers in the early 1900’s had done this with virtually no light and direction!
That picture you see above, it was Kayley tucking herself away in this little crevasse, but immediately after I took the photo, that light went out, leaving us practically in pure darkness, coincidence, I think not. Probably the house ghost playing with our emotions….haha.
The tour was over before it started. We both had this expectation that it would be a lot gnarlier than it was, but then again, it was 10 bucks each, so all in all it was worth it.
On the way back to Ottawa, we decided to make a couple necessary stops. I had the urge to scope out this fishing spot I’ve been eyeing down for some time now just outside Calabogie. Not only did it look like a jackpot spot but the view was just as sweet, this area of the Ottawa Valley never fails to impress.
To top of the day, we met up with our good homie Arija in her hometown of Arnprior to grab a pint, which turned into its own adventure. Everything was CLOSED!! Our search for a cold pint was growing thin, but then Arija luckily remembered the golf course she’s gainfully employed at was open till 6pm and my Jeep’s clock read 4:56pm, PERFECT! We rushed over, sat down, and got what we were longing for. Nothing like a great beer, chatting about tattoos, camping, life dreams and just whatever to end an awesome day!