This unique spot of land is managed by John Ahrns a true naturalist in the most pure sense of the word. You are not allowed to just peruse the hiking trails but must be lead, on a walk/talk by the man who has watched over this land from when it was a trashed-out parking lot to the pristine state it's in today. You stay on the trails and not a leaf is overturned. You have the opportunity to see nature at work being lead by a seasoned guru who contemplates the meaning of every day, season and lifespan of the forest life.
This is a handmade basket of tools...the part of the class I'd been dieing to take was the Fiber Arts...the lost craft of the indigenous people here in central Texas. It appeals to my doop- decorating nature and the inner fiber artist in me that stood shyly watching the old German ladies at the park crochet until I got the nerve to ask in my broken German...blumen? I was seven and have been crocheting, macrame-ing and weaving ever since...I wanted to learn to cord. And we did!
John Ahrns, West Cave Preserve Manager covered the history of the preserve and volunteer opportunities before leading us on a walk to the cave. He's the archetypal grandfather I never had...needless to say, I was on his heels soaking up the wisdom and patience like a child.
Agarita "little-sours" blossoms previously used for ringworm and as an aniseptic eyewash.