Bat Cave!

To the bat cave!

Like a lot of kids, I used to run around the house fighting bad guys, which meant beating up every pillow in the house. The two oversized pillows on my parents’ bed were always the last to go down.

I had two television heroes during that time: Robert Conrad from The Wild Wild West, and the old school Caped Crusader, Adam West. To borrow from the late Stuart Scott, both of my TV heroes were as cool as the other side of the pillow. And there was nothing cooler than the Batcave, so when my dad told me that we were going to visit one, I flipped!

After a long 20-hour road trip, we arrived at Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico, home to hundreds of thousands Brazilian Free-tailed bats. It was nothing like Bruce Wayne’s hideaway, but it was awesome!

The 1.25 mile hike ends 750 feet below the surface. It’s dark, it’s cold and it’s spectacular.

And every night between May and October, visitors can witness hundreds of thousands of bats exit the cave in search of food.

During our hike, my dad befriended a photojournalist who was traveling alone. And since the guy was on a travel budget, my dad invited him to stay with us at the Ramada Inn. In hindsight, I realize this was a little batshit crazy. Trusting that a traveler wouldn’t kill us in Carlsbad, was probably not the best idea.

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