While living in Texas for a short bit, I had the opportunity to meet the great manager and owner at Cave Without A Name (CWAN). I did a little diving in the first sump upstream, and eventually dove the second sump upstream. There was a little cartography done, but I don’t seem to have any of it left. Here are a few pictures from those trips.
One of the formation walls in the commercial part of the cave.
The manager at the time, who wanted to come upstream and check out the cave. He would later dive with me through the first sump, though he was not a cave diver, and end up panicking, spitting out a regulator. I would have to pull him through the sump to the closest air- which happened to be IN the cave. This later became my first experience with bringing a person who was not a cave diver through a sump as a rescue, though the argument can be fairly made that it was my fault, for allowing him to dive there in the first place. He would later die in another sump downstream in the same cave, presumably doing the same thing.
Jerry Fant, resting between Sump 1 and Sump 2. The gear shown indicates just how new we were to sump diving, and the passage beyond, an uncomfortably long stoopway, was just terribly carrying steel tanks without bags. What should have been a fairly moderate trip, turned into an epic workout.
What I believe to be the owner, as we talk about sump diving upstream. I was there so frequently (it was an escape from work) that I would travel through the cave alone and could turn all the lights on or off as required. Having a couple of lights on and the rest of the huge tunnel that is the commercial part of the cave in the dark was always beautiful.