The Cave Line King

On Account of Beauty

• Jill Heinerth

In 1996, I co-led a major expedition in the Yucatán Peninsula of Mexico. Our goal was to push the map of Sistema Dos Ojos farther into the jungle and search for a long-theorized connection to Sistema Nohoch. Thirty-five explorers arrived in Akumal, hungry to claim new passageways and ready to push the frontier of underwater exploration. A few colleagues and I chose to camp inside a quiet cave entrance known as M1 and strike west, deeper into the forest.

One of my Canadian teammates, Bil Phillips, earned a nickname on that project—the Line King. Each morning, in the damp stillness of a breakdown room, we gathered around a massive spool holding nearly 40,000 feet of line and filled reel after reel for the day’s explorations. Bil worked with a precision that bordered on meditative. The passages we surveyed at M1 were some of the most breathtaking I had ever seen, with opaline chambers so crowded with crystal stalactites that the way forward often seemed hidden in a forest of stone.

Every afternoon, Bil would emerge from the jungle, exhausted and grinning, his reel empty after laying 1,000 feet of new line. He’d refill it with the same methodical care, drop his survey slate with our cartographer, and offer a final note predicting the next day’s lead: “Turn left at 870 feet” or “strong flow, rippled sand.” Line by line, his work helped extend what briefly became the longest mapped underwater cave in the world.

But one day, Bil returned early with line still on his reel. Curious, I glanced at his slate. Beneath the neat columns of data was a simple explanation:
“Called dive on account of beauty.”

His eyes glistened as he described a chamber too exquisite to rush through. It was a room that demanded reverence, not measurement. For once, he allowed himself to simply hover in wonder. Bil passed away in 2017, but that phrase and his grin has stayed with me ever since.

This morning, I woke to fog and hoar frost feathering the trees. After a strong cup of coffee, Robert and I set out on our daily walk. I barely made it fifteen feet before stopping for photos: tomatoes frozen on the vine, crimson leaves edged with ice, grease ice slowly claiming the river while the last flock of geese beat southward. We aim for 5 km every morning, but today I kept stopping, pulled in by the quiet beauty of early winter. I apologized for dawdling, then remembered Bil.

Some days, the path asks us to slow down. Some days, the point isn’t distance at all.

Called on account of beauty. A reminder that the journey is always more important than the destination.

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“After almost eight Canadian winters I finally know how to dress for the weather.” - Robert McClellan

This is not my natural habitat - I am a sluggish, warm-blooded land mammal who lived most of his adult life in Florida. Even during my years in the military I always deployed to warm climates. Jill has educated me on the miraculous properties of natural fibers: Merino wool and Alpaca. Base layers, socks, even skivvy’s made of these materials are a bit pricey - but worth every Loonie.

Our town is the home of the Ontario Wool Growers Cooperative and their retail Real Wool Shop. You can check them out online here and in doing so, help support small Canadian family farms. If you get to Carleton Place, it is worth a visit.

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Above: A neighbor intended to give away a lounge chair on the sidewalk - but Mother Nature had other ideas. Wherever you are, we wish you are safe and warm…and to our friends in Southeast Asia, Australia, New Zealand, and most of the Southern hemisphere, we wish you cool breezes and cold beverages. Thanks for spending some time with us this week - LOVE ONE ANOTHER.