Published: Fall 2008
Climbing Through Time
The caves and crevices around Collingwood offer a fun-filled glimpse into the past
by Katie Bailey, photographs shot by Matt Fimio
It’s as dark as night. Darker, even. The walls are cold, almost too cold to touch. Water drips, drips, drips from somewhere above, its origins unknown. It is eerily quiet. Time and place cease to have meaning. We are definitely somewhere – the rocks are cold to the touch, their surface smooth and damp – but we could be anywhere, at any point in time.
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