Owaiss-Bauer Cave

After verifying that we wouldn’t be arrested, we parked alongside a fenced woodlot and ducked through the fence. Then we began pacing the grid of trails until Alan narrowed in on our cave. The cave is named after the camp it’s in, Owaiss-Bauer Cave. It consist of an entrance slope stoop walk into a walking canyon that felt much like a catacomb. The walls were irregularly eroded and knurly with orange, spray-paint highlights. A couple steps ahead you’ve found E2, a climb-up directly above your head. The canyon only goes another 10’ ahead before ending in a small dome. I exited the climb-up. In the same karst window as K1, another hole descends a dry, leafy belly crawl which opens almost to hands and knees and exits after 12’ up yet another entrance below the trunk of a tree. Having quickly toured Miami’s nicest cave, we quickly routed to the car and disappeared into the night in search of food.