Professional Documents
Culture Documents
S
tefan Stewart appears of northwestern Jamaica called Cockpit me to tie a rope around a tree for my
remarkably calm right now, Country, hasn’t seen a visitor in almost descent. I check the knot for the sixth
especially considering we’re three decades. We spent the better part time as he hands me a radio. “I’ll be
about to drop into a 15-foot- of a full day bushwhacking our way communicating back to you,” he says.
wide and God-knows-how-deep hole in here, and if anything goes wrong, we’re I quickly consider the consequences
the ground, a cave forbiddingly known on our own. There is no cell phone of that radio going silent — and just as
as the Devil’s Staircase. Martel “Malibu” reception, and the chance that anyone quickly dismiss the thought.
Taylor has lit a small fire to help ward will stroll by this spot in the jungle From the air, this 500-square-mile
off a growing influx of mosquitoes, anytime soon is slim at best. Stewart, a area — not far from Montego Bay and
and I’m peering downward into the lanky, 56-year-old Ontarian who seems Ocho Rios — looks like a huge green
void. Sheer limestone walls recede into to derive nourishment solely from egg carton, with steep, conical towers
inky darkness. And the bottom? What canned sardines, Canadian cigarettes of limestone, some taller than 300 feet,
bottom? This cave, in a remote section and the occasional Red Stripe, directs and below, a maze of ravines and deep,
more than 250 of them, some 50 of doing, rather than just being the first commercial strip mining of an alumi- Accompong remain self- the JCO, who charges $20
which were first-recorded descents — person to travel through it and have a num ore called bauxite. The JCO aims ruling and self-sustaining, and up for hikes along the
including one that led to the discovery look at it. It’s also discovering what’s to educate locals too, who often pose happily independent of 10-mile-long Troy-Windsor
of the 636-foot-deep Smokey Hole living in the caves.” an unwitting menace to the caves, government meddling. and Quick Step-Windsor
right now, standing at the gaping continue downward, slowly twirling in Bolt, her nephew, who’s prone to stop by
mouth of the Devil’s Staircase, gath- midair as the sun-filled hole above me for a hug. She offers rooms with showers
ering my nerve to descend into the gets smaller and smaller. I seem to be too, breakfast included, for $30 a night,
darkness. “It’s a three-dimensional the only living thing here. There are no and does dinners by advance request.