There was a cave near my home town called "Burton Cave" because it was just outside the hamlet of Burton (creative, huh?). The path to it was along the edge of a cliff, about 50 or so feet above the creek below; it led to a wider space outside the cave.

Being young and foolish, or at least foolish, we explored inside the cave many times. We used flashlights and hat-mounted carbide lamps and on one notable occasion, a railroad flare. Don't use the last; railroad flares up out a lot of sulfurous and other gases!!

The last I knew someone had dynamited the path to the cave so that young people wouldn't fall off and hurt themselves. Now, I guess, the young people have to climb the cliff face to get to the cave.