We spent the remainder of that night making the connection more user-friendly. Within a few days we were back, this time including Dave Cale and the Karen Adams the cave manager. We allowed Mr. Cale scoop as much booty as he wanted, while Jim Kennedy, Jeff Bray, Frank Romeo, and myself mapped behind them. We caught up to them in a small room with an unfollowed low lead. Here Romeo excavated a quick pile of sand and pushed on for another 400 feet. A total of 700 feet was mapped, and to date it is the largest new extension of Laurel Caverns in modern history. A glance at the map reveals two distinctive patterns of cave development, roughly dividing the system in half. Below the fault in the Stomach (middle) area is a large trunk passage extending down the mountain, indicated by the brown area. The old upper portion of the cave, indicated with purple, and new section (in red) display a somewhat predictable joint controlled network maze pattern. Notice the spacing of the three long parallel tour passages, also parallel to Cale's Canyon. There now seems to be a "missing" parallel passage between Cale's Canyon and the similar parallel purple passages. This is a simple example of how studying a cave through careful mapping could lead to discovery of more "lost" passages. The fire truck began showing signs of fatigue, and we were dissatisfied with the seemingly constant water shortage. I learned more about the Cavern water system. The more I learned, the more I liked. When Cale was experimenting with the "wimpy" pressure washer years ago, he installed two huge underground water tanks to supply the cave's needs. What's more is that an outlet already existed where our hose entered the cave on the surface. After a makeshift connection from various plumbing parts we had our four-inch firehose secured to a two-inch line to the tanks. A pump placed in the lake slowly filled the tanks by day, and we drained them at night. The 150' vertical drop gave our water the pressure to flush as before, and the two-inch line was able to keep up with our draining demands. The tanks essentially eliminated many problems, including staff requirements and of course the truck itself. I regret never attempting any photography of the spectacale. The logistics always kept us busy, and any underground shots would have been hampered by an ever present mist cloud. Back then the project seemed like it would never end, there would always be a next time. Some cave was found, and now the hoses are packed away...will there be a next time? There is this section below the fault where the ancient stream was going before we intersected it with our tunnel from the Stomach and...