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Buster decided to sit this one out. He’s 13, and we weren’t sure he wanted to go digging around in a cave.Lava Rock CaveDoesn’t look like much from here, but come closer …Lava Rock CaveIt goes almost straight down, into the cave.Lava Rock CaveA few intrepid pups (and their companion) hiked the cave. Note the booties, which protect their paws from sharp rocks.Lava River CaveA view down the cave. We knew to bring extra layers, since it can be cold here (32-40 degrees F). In July, isn’t that the point of this hike?Lava River CaveLava cave floor. Lava River CaveMy husband Bryon helped me over the rough spots. In spite of my excellent trail shoes I twisted my ankle a few times. (Luckily nothing serious.)Lava River CaveAt the split. “Stay to the right,” we were told. “It’ll be easier.”Lava River Cave“Easier” is relative. Alex is 6’3″. (Even I had to crab-walk this.)Lava River CaveA view of the ceiling.Lava River CaveA second view of the ceiling. The cave changes to reflect humidity and other ambient conditions.Lava River CaveA Rorschach test. (Not really–a view of the walls.)Lava River CaveThe sign says, “DUCK”. In case you needed the reminder.Lava River CaveGrafitti at the turnaround point of the hike. This is supposed to be the warmest point of the hike. I couldn’t tell, since I had already taken off and tied my sweat jacket around my waist.Lava River CaveI wasn’t sure about the significance of the boat, either.Lava River CaveMold growing from litter left by prior hikers.