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We arrived at Carlsbad Caverns at dusk. We found that there was no corresponding town,only a massive, sprawling campground called "White City". Beyond the strangename, it was really nothing more than a conglomerate of tourist trapping stores andrestaurants designed to feed off of people who, like us, were surprised to find nothingout in the middle of nowhere. I believe the closest town was about sixty miles away.
The next morning we visited the caverns. An awesome display of naturally formedcaverns seemingly sculpted by H.R. Giger. Beautiful, mysterious and as yet not fullyexplored, the public section stretches a mile beneath the surface. Apparently it will gomuch further once it has its deeper sections made safe for public visits.
That evening we saw the "bat cave" display. At dusk, like clockwork, tens ofthousands of bats swarm out of the caves, turning the twilight sky black. That evening wediscovered our camp site neighbor was a DARE officer from Portland. While nice enough, hedid paint a rather grim picture of Portland's crime scene.
Next we headed to White Sands.