Thanks to the suggestion from Steve 2 days earlier, and the beta from Josh as to how to find the narrow slit of an entrance, we descended down a narrow downward sloping corridor of rock into a semi-lit entrance chamber of the Windy Cave. Once gathered into the entry, with headlamps and flashlights on, we ducked through the low arching passage leading to the gigantically tall main cavern. Light shot in from holes far up in the distant ceiling of the mountain creating beams in the suspended dust. Vast corners of cave lurk in the darkness of shadow, unlocked by the high power of our headlamps. The route we took was not in the guidebook and resided in one of the darkly light east corners. The rock was chossy and dirty beyond belief, it was hard to feel comfortable on anything that wasn’t a jug, and at times, it felt so untraveled that flakes were reefed on before trusting completely. Though the pitches are in dire need of cleaning, they are bolted generously. Rappel anchors are available at the top of the second pitch, but we opted to explore a third pitch that brought us a little higher, and seemed to exit from the very mouth of ‘Crazy Horse!’ This place is definitely enchanted, and I think we picked the right window of time (afternoon) to explore this cathedral of rock. By the time we roped up for the third pitch, the light was loosing some of its energetic luster. As soon as we exited the horses mouth, however; the heat had me securing my backpack to the 2nd rappel / belay station so as to free myself out of my shirt. Lowering off the over-hanging ledge of the second (and final) rappel, we were suddenly very aware of the enormous honeycombed beehives, everywhere! They resembled the narrow semi-circular shapes of the polypore fungi that grow on trees back home in British Columbia, but much larger. We dropped off the edge in turn, managing not to kick a single one, making it down unscathed. One of the most memorable climbing circuit without a doubt!