They were in the cave for a few hours, taking pictures of stalagmites and spotting indigenous big-eared bats. Croskrey exited the cave and stepped into the bright daylight. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the sun, a strange figure came into focus. He was two feet in front of her.
His skin was thick and leathery, his clothes dirty. He wore a long white beard, matching his longer white hair. He said nothing, but stared at her with his brilliant blue eyes.
"I knew who it was," Croskrey remembers. "I had been told there was a man living in some of the caves up here but that he wasn't harmful. I was shocked, though. I just said, 'Oh, you startled me.'"
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