I was on the team that tried to open the Blue Hole cave a few years ago. The team (before I was on it) had barely opened it a year before, and we were back to make it a reasonable passage and possibly open it to regular cave diving. The city of Santa Rosa was sponsoring our work in an attempt to gain a tourist attraction.
When we started, the opening was very tight and almost perfectly vertical. As we surveyed what we were looking at, we divided into three groups.
- The team of Mike Young and Shane Thompson were to do the real exploration to see where the cave went. They were using rebreathers--Mike with a Kiss Sidewinder (he owns Kiss), and Shane with a back-mounted Kiss. They were our most skilled divers, and they were really the only ones who could get to the most extreme areas. The cave floor was a mixture of loose rock and silt, so they were working in absolute zero visibility, feeling their way wherever they went.
- The big problem was a large rock at (IIRC) about 145 feet that made a very tight restriction, and two divers were working on that.
- The rest of us worked at the upper levels, between the opening (85 feet) and about 120 feet, trying to open that enough so that passage to the rest of the cave could be done more routinely. There was a lot of loose rock and silt there.The area from about 120 feet to 145 feet was fairly large, so we had a choice of taking the loose rocks all the way out of the cave or tossing them to the edges of that open area. We got the area pretty well open, working in about 10-15% visibility. One day we decided that I would go into that area solo, with the idea of opening it as much as possible, and intentionally raising as much silt as possible so that the flow would take it out into the Blue Hole, and it all could clear by morning. I had a specific timeline by which to be out, or else others would come in looking for me. I moved rock for a while and then, as my time came near, I shoved my arms as deeply as possible into the silt and threw it up behind me. I then worked my way to the surface, sticking my arms into the muck and throwing it into the flow. When I exited the cave, the only way I knew I was out was that I could not feel the ground any more--that is how much I mucked up the Blue Hole.
The next morning the flow had cleared it all out, and the upper opening was wide and clear. Our plan for the day was that Mike and Shane would go in first and explore. The second team would go in after they came out, and our shallowest team would go in last. This was so work at the upper levels did not endanger the deeper divers.
The night before, Mike and Shane talked about their plans. They had to go through two very tight restrictions at nearly the 200 foot level. Shane, with his back-mounted unit, could not get through the second. He wondered about ways to reconfigure it, but they could not see how. The plan was for Mike to go through the second restriction and explore and extend line as much as possible, while Shane waited on the other side. Mike eventually came to a rocky wall. The flow was coming through, but he could not find any real opening. In his words, "the cave didn't go." It was a dead end. In his mind, the trip was over. He turned to exit, and he soon ran into Shane, who had come through the second restriction. There was no real room to turn. The details after that are are long, and I am afraid to recite them too fully for fear of not remembering accurately. To make a quick summary, Shane didn't make it.
We were not feeling all that good at that point. MIke said that in his very expert opinion, there was no point in opening the cave--"it didn't go." It would be a very short and very dangerous cave dive, not the sort of thing that would draw loads of cave diving enthusiasts. The next day we recovered Shane's body and put the grates and the snorkel device back on top. Nothing has been changed since.
Because we were in a really depressed mood, we did not do the very best job in the world sealing it up. That was partly because we had enlarged the opening so much that the grates really didn't cover it well any more. I have not been in the Blue Hole in years, but I am told that the covering is collapsing, which does not surprise me at all. I have sent a message to the mayor offering to get a team there to fix it, but we have given up communicating about it because New Mexico is now closed to outsiders because of Covid.
Yes, I wish that the corps of engineers had not dropped those rocks, but the cave itself stops at the 200 foot level. There is a lot of loose rock, more than 2 dump trucks. In my opinion, we were working our way primarily down a pile of collapsed rubble from the formation of the Blue Hole, created first by a much deeper limestone collapse. I don't think we are missing anything by having it sealed.