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AGCT 2015 Pilars of Fire Trip


On the first day of 2015 AGCT early arrivals had the treat of visiting Pillars of Fire Cave, which enters through a well-like structure built by local grottos on private property. What a great day! Thank you all for coming out to celebrate women cavers with us. #womencavers #ewls #AGCT2015




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