The smell was unmistakable: rotten eggs, sulfur heavy and sticky in the air. We pulled off the narrow track, dust settling behind us like a curtain, and Dan popped the hood. Everything looked normal, yet the odor lingered. That’s when Tara pointed off to the right, where the ground cracked open like a secret waiting to be told.

And hidden just off the highway, tucked into the base of the Floating Island Mountains, lies one of Utah’s most remarkable archeological sites, Danger Cave and its neighbor, Jukebox Cave.