After walking a little way down the ruins of this old road, my buddy finally announced that we were there. The rest of us were mildly puzzled... we didn't see a thing.
"Up here," he said, climbing up the side of the canyon. We all carried our bikes up to where he was and locked up. Sure enough, when I got a few feet from him I could finally see the entrance.
It was a very small hole, just big enough for each of us to squeeze in individually by lowering ourselves down. It was deceptively deep, as there was a ledge before you got all the way in. But once inside, I found it was tall enough for a person of average height to be able to walk standing up.
