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(Mis)adventures in Paleontology.
- Thread starter Morm
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uhhhh I could probably find some papers on phorusrhacids but i don't really want to. I just know that Titanis was the biggest and lived in florida, then they disappeared at or just before people came in. Also Smilodon wrecked their shit in South America after the isthmus came in.
Today I had my first animal encounter in the field. As I explained, it's moose rutting season. Today and yesterday, we saw a shitpile of beaver, moose, deer, bear, wolf and coyote tracks right where we had to be (riverside).
Well, today on our way back from our second consecutive 12 hour day in the field, I heard some brush moving off just over a knoll in the middle of a cutline. I peeked over, saw nothing. We carried on, blabbing all the way. Just a second later, I heard a twig snap and brush rustle again.
I took the high ground on the knoll, readied my bear spray and looked. Two adult female moose, in the brush around 50m away. They usually gather like that to roll around in male pee, jockey for mates and etc. The etc, in this case, means sex.
We were lucky it wasn't a male because they would have stopmed us- they actually just moved away from us. However, as I told my boss when she commented on me being 'at the ready' with the spray and on the ball with hearing them, "Bitches tried to hate but couldn't step to my moves". She told me I was an idiot, as usual, then we carried on some more. Sometimes I think my boss is a hater and can't step to my moves either.
Today I had my first animal encounter in the field. As I explained, it's moose rutting season. Today and yesterday, we saw a shitpile of beaver, moose, deer, bear, wolf and coyote tracks right where we had to be (riverside).
Well, today on our way back from our second consecutive 12 hour day in the field, I heard some brush moving off just over a knoll in the middle of a cutline. I peeked over, saw nothing. We carried on, blabbing all the way. Just a second later, I heard a twig snap and brush rustle again.
I took the high ground on the knoll, readied my bear spray and looked. Two adult female moose, in the brush around 50m away. They usually gather like that to roll around in male pee, jockey for mates and etc. The etc, in this case, means sex.
We were lucky it wasn't a male because they would have stopmed us- they actually just moved away from us. However, as I told my boss when she commented on me being 'at the ready' with the spray and on the ball with hearing them, "Bitches tried to hate but couldn't step to my moves". She told me I was an idiot, as usual, then we carried on some more. Sometimes I think my boss is a hater and can't step to my moves either.
I asked my boss about the scientific name for the mexican half-ass. Turns out, it's in the same genus as the modern horse! Equus conversidens or some such thing. I have procured a few pictures of it for your viewing pleasure:
this is Equus occidentalis or some such thing, but I imagine that in life the skull looked more like this since that other one is kinda broken:
and now, the dramatic reconstruction of the mexican half-ass I know you've all been waiting for:
I jest, really. I couldn't find a REAL picture of a mexican half-ass reconstruction so I just found what I could on google. As if you didn't see it coming though...
this is Equus occidentalis or some such thing, but I imagine that in life the skull looked more like this since that other one is kinda broken:
and now, the dramatic reconstruction of the mexican half-ass I know you've all been waiting for:
I jest, really. I couldn't find a REAL picture of a mexican half-ass reconstruction so I just found what I could on google. As if you didn't see it coming though...
ka-CH! That's the sound of opening a beer that I didn't pay for after a long, hard day in the field. That's how my day is ending.
I'll tell you about my day from the start, however; a normal boring day on the job, complete with absolutely no trace of fossils.
It started like any normal day, waking up to a free breakfast in my swanky hotel room. If I were a rockstar, this is where I would kick the girl out of my bed. Instead, I turned on my laptop and sent Lee a PM about how great his six pack would look with a thin layer of petroleum jelly on it. Him and I like to muse about what things would look good drizzled on his abs, you see.
As we drove to our sites, we noted the fresh deer road kill had been stripped to the bone by the local pack of wolves, numbering 7 by my count. Their alphas are fucking huge, I'd hate to mess with them. The welcome sight of our gravel road stretched before us after a short drive on the highway. One hitch though- it had fucking rained. Can you say Fish tailing? You don't have to if you can, because I just fucking did.
Well, we tromped through the brush and at about 11AM we had to meet someone at the gravel road. A safety auditor. As you can tell, I'm not only just a person of extreme esteem, modesty and class (I'm taking a dump as I write this by the way) but I'm also very safe.
After a 1.5 hour nap waiting for the late safety auditor to show up, we passed with flying colors. Also, the cute red head from my job was there and was fishing for an invite out on friday night, complete with the flirtacious arm grab. No dice, I'm romancing* my woman that night.
<*Having beers and then likely mating with>
Well, not a big fuckin deal I guess. The guy cited a story about rattlesnakes and how unsafe it was, then I put him in his place by telling him that story is actually about one of my last adventures and that I know how to deal with snakes. That method, of course, is how I treat small children- either a stiff backhand followed by a mandatory lawn mowing from them, or using ration and logic in a meaningful conversation about their faults to the point where they are as confused as they are young and undeveloped.
Back on track, we finally get back to do our last transect. We saw a beaver, he was pretty cool. The highlight was probably when we found Belostomatids, carnivorous hemipterans (= "true bugs") that live in the water eating fish and frogs. There was lots of them, I picked them up with my bare hands. I have pics to prove it, I'll post later tonight if they get sent to me.
On the way back, I fell into a rank fucking swamp. I dunno if you guys know what rotting vegetation smells like, but it smells strikingly similar to shit. The log I was using to hold my weight suddenly gave way, making me fall backwards into the rancid lake. My hand shot out, catching my whole body weight. I then did one handed push ups to show how tough I was...well okay, I would have, but honestly I just wanted to get the fuck out of the swamp. I smelled like shit for the rest of the hike back and car ride.
Also, I just found like 6 hot chicks in this town, all clustered together. I had no idea their range extended this far, for I thought hot chicks tended to avoid redneck strongholds in favor of places that have stores that DM would probably shop at (Ie. Bannana Republic or Lulu Lemon).
What a boring fucking day.
edit:
This is a belostomatid. The ones we found were smaller, alot more numerous and obviously not this one. Just put it up for reference, I'll have pics of me with one later when I can actually upload them. I hate this hotels internet.
I'll tell you about my day from the start, however; a normal boring day on the job, complete with absolutely no trace of fossils.
It started like any normal day, waking up to a free breakfast in my swanky hotel room. If I were a rockstar, this is where I would kick the girl out of my bed. Instead, I turned on my laptop and sent Lee a PM about how great his six pack would look with a thin layer of petroleum jelly on it. Him and I like to muse about what things would look good drizzled on his abs, you see.
As we drove to our sites, we noted the fresh deer road kill had been stripped to the bone by the local pack of wolves, numbering 7 by my count. Their alphas are fucking huge, I'd hate to mess with them. The welcome sight of our gravel road stretched before us after a short drive on the highway. One hitch though- it had fucking rained. Can you say Fish tailing? You don't have to if you can, because I just fucking did.
Well, we tromped through the brush and at about 11AM we had to meet someone at the gravel road. A safety auditor. As you can tell, I'm not only just a person of extreme esteem, modesty and class (I'm taking a dump as I write this by the way) but I'm also very safe.
After a 1.5 hour nap waiting for the late safety auditor to show up, we passed with flying colors. Also, the cute red head from my job was there and was fishing for an invite out on friday night, complete with the flirtacious arm grab. No dice, I'm romancing* my woman that night.
<*Having beers and then likely mating with>
Well, not a big fuckin deal I guess. The guy cited a story about rattlesnakes and how unsafe it was, then I put him in his place by telling him that story is actually about one of my last adventures and that I know how to deal with snakes. That method, of course, is how I treat small children- either a stiff backhand followed by a mandatory lawn mowing from them, or using ration and logic in a meaningful conversation about their faults to the point where they are as confused as they are young and undeveloped.
Back on track, we finally get back to do our last transect. We saw a beaver, he was pretty cool. The highlight was probably when we found Belostomatids, carnivorous hemipterans (= "true bugs") that live in the water eating fish and frogs. There was lots of them, I picked them up with my bare hands. I have pics to prove it, I'll post later tonight if they get sent to me.
On the way back, I fell into a rank fucking swamp. I dunno if you guys know what rotting vegetation smells like, but it smells strikingly similar to shit. The log I was using to hold my weight suddenly gave way, making me fall backwards into the rancid lake. My hand shot out, catching my whole body weight. I then did one handed push ups to show how tough I was...well okay, I would have, but honestly I just wanted to get the fuck out of the swamp. I smelled like shit for the rest of the hike back and car ride.
Also, I just found like 6 hot chicks in this town, all clustered together. I had no idea their range extended this far, for I thought hot chicks tended to avoid redneck strongholds in favor of places that have stores that DM would probably shop at (Ie. Bannana Republic or Lulu Lemon).
What a boring fucking day.
edit:
This is a belostomatid. The ones we found were smaller, alot more numerous and obviously not this one. Just put it up for reference, I'll have pics of me with one later when I can actually upload them. I hate this hotels internet.
Belostomatids are not even beetles, which are in order Coleoptera (so not even very closely related at all). Scarabs mostly actually eat poop, as I understand it. I don't know if there is much truth behind them putting beetles into sarcophagi anyways, since the point of mummification is to preserve, not to have beetles eat them. Also, the beetles wouldn't enjoy some of the noxious embalming fluids and would likely die.
The order hemiptera is one that I know quite a bit about. The two major things that seperate them from beetles are that only half of their wings are hardened and in beetles their wings are fully hardened. Also hemiptera have proboscis which kind of forms a beak. The herbivorius hemiptera usually use thier beaks to bite through plants and then suck the sap out. The carnivorous types do quite the same but with living``hosts``
I can't afford that shit. :justin:
Heh, he was referring to "The Mummy" movie. Definitely not based on any fact.
Yeah, DM, he gave me shit for it over MSN already. Fuckin' Anti and his fuckin common sense and astute observations.
So yeah, this is the end of the field season. I will have odd jobs maybe once a month from now on til the next field season. I'll keep posting neat things here and there on this thread though, but it looks like stories are going to be fewer and farer between. I'll then start a new thread once the next season begins in like May.
Thanks for reading guys!
So yeah, this is the end of the field season. I will have odd jobs maybe once a month from now on til the next field season. I'll keep posting neat things here and there on this thread though, but it looks like stories are going to be fewer and farer between. I'll then start a new thread once the next season begins in like May.
Thanks for reading guys!
Your stories are amazing and even though I've looked into various posts in this thread before, I just spent the last 115 minutes or so reading over everything again. :)
I'm so impressed that you followed your dream like that and I have some questions mainly concerning career choices if you dont mind answering:
1. I almost shit myself when I read that you turned down a $800 a day job...please don't think I'm greedy but I don't know if I would have done the same. All I've been hearing for the past 10 years of my life has been, "$$$$ equals happiness and the more $$$$ you have, the more you're likely to be happy."
I don't think I could ever be a Paleontologist like you because I doubt I can get a job here (I live in Kentucky and not much shit happens here) and I tend to look at stuff like: how easy is it to get this type of job, salary, and how hard is college. Honestly I think this is the rational way to look at it and I'm wondering what your advice would be for someone like me, because I honestly have no idea what the fuck I want to be in life. Only things that interest me honestly is shit like cars (probly cause I have a penis and am of the male group) and jobs that would let me travel and see shit like yours does. I'm expecting you to say "follow your passion" but as you can see I don't really have one and I seem to listen to people telling me to get jobs that offer bigass salaries..HALP please.
2. I'm wondering what do you do inbetween field seasons? Do you sit around all day doing paperwork?
3. You mentioned you knew big shots (rich people) ever since you were little. Did that help you at all with connections and getting the job you have? Ie: you mentioned you hooked your friend up with the $800 a day job. I'd love to have such an exciting job but the chances of me finding work like that seem slim to none so going for a similar degree is demoralizing.
4. I'm only a junior in high school right now and do you think it's bad that I don't really have any ideas what to do right now? The only thing that seems to remotely interest me college wise seems to be engineering (machanical mostly) because of shit like cars and new technology. But then I listen to other people that tell me electric engineerers make more money than machanical and that fucks up my thinking all over again. How do you respond to people that say get the job that makes more money?
Heh, I'm really sorry if I sound like a pest but I honestly would like your opinion.
Oh yeh, cute gf :DDD and huge thanks for posting all of this up. I'm looking forward to spending 10 mins on reading every line you type out. :)
I'm so impressed that you followed your dream like that and I have some questions mainly concerning career choices if you dont mind answering:
1. I almost shit myself when I read that you turned down a $800 a day job...please don't think I'm greedy but I don't know if I would have done the same. All I've been hearing for the past 10 years of my life has been, "$$$$ equals happiness and the more $$$$ you have, the more you're likely to be happy."
I don't think I could ever be a Paleontologist like you because I doubt I can get a job here (I live in Kentucky and not much shit happens here) and I tend to look at stuff like: how easy is it to get this type of job, salary, and how hard is college. Honestly I think this is the rational way to look at it and I'm wondering what your advice would be for someone like me, because I honestly have no idea what the fuck I want to be in life. Only things that interest me honestly is shit like cars (probly cause I have a penis and am of the male group) and jobs that would let me travel and see shit like yours does. I'm expecting you to say "follow your passion" but as you can see I don't really have one and I seem to listen to people telling me to get jobs that offer bigass salaries..HALP please.
2. I'm wondering what do you do inbetween field seasons? Do you sit around all day doing paperwork?
3. You mentioned you knew big shots (rich people) ever since you were little. Did that help you at all with connections and getting the job you have? Ie: you mentioned you hooked your friend up with the $800 a day job. I'd love to have such an exciting job but the chances of me finding work like that seem slim to none so going for a similar degree is demoralizing.
4. I'm only a junior in high school right now and do you think it's bad that I don't really have any ideas what to do right now? The only thing that seems to remotely interest me college wise seems to be engineering (machanical mostly) because of shit like cars and new technology. But then I listen to other people that tell me electric engineerers make more money than machanical and that fucks up my thinking all over again. How do you respond to people that say get the job that makes more money?
Heh, I'm really sorry if I sound like a pest but I honestly would like your opinion.
Oh yeh, cute gf :DDD and huge thanks for posting all of this up. I'm looking forward to spending 10 mins on reading every line you type out. :)
1. Money doesn't equal happiness. Trust me, it takes a special kind of person to do the job that made $800 per day and I'm not that kind of person. My best friend, who I gave the job to, is! He likes it but is super stressed out. I live an almost stress free existence.
2. I actually write up reports between field seasons and have the odd job to do in the field here and there. The report writing isn't so bad, I actually kinda like it. I have to think about what I've observations mean and make a call on what has to be done. It's not really that much my responsibility to make all the calls ultimately, another cause for less stress.
3. No. It was my friends at museums and former profs that were essential. My old paleo prof actually sent me the link for that job and gave me the critical field experience I needed to get it!
4. Naw, my brother actually changed halfway through a poyl sci degree to go into philosophy. He now has his masters and works at a book store (lol). People jump around all the time; like me, for example, I didn't even bother to get a real paleo degree.
Don't spend 10 minutes per answer since they aren't very long. Anything else I can help you with?
edit: Just remembered some advice I once got from a man who I did not care for. "If you do what you love, you've never worked a day in your life". Tis be true!
2. I actually write up reports between field seasons and have the odd job to do in the field here and there. The report writing isn't so bad, I actually kinda like it. I have to think about what I've observations mean and make a call on what has to be done. It's not really that much my responsibility to make all the calls ultimately, another cause for less stress.
3. No. It was my friends at museums and former profs that were essential. My old paleo prof actually sent me the link for that job and gave me the critical field experience I needed to get it!
4. Naw, my brother actually changed halfway through a poyl sci degree to go into philosophy. He now has his masters and works at a book store (lol). People jump around all the time; like me, for example, I didn't even bother to get a real paleo degree.
Don't spend 10 minutes per answer since they aren't very long. Anything else I can help you with?
edit: Just remembered some advice I once got from a man who I did not care for. "If you do what you love, you've never worked a day in your life". Tis be true!
I hope that's true lol now I just gotta find that thing I love. Thanks for the reply.
LATE LATE EDIT: I have a cousin who's attending college right now and he usually tells me things like "only poor people say money doesn't bring you happiness," and he also says rich people are extremely busy, which is true but he claims more money=happiness. By his logic then, more money=harder job+more stress and I don't see how that adds up to a better life. Not sure if that sounds right lol it's really early in the morning and I wanted to say that. :)
So looks like there is ONE more adventure left this season after all. I'll be working around world famous Drumheller this time in the equally famous Red Deer River Valley. Two seperate areas, both in badlands. I'm fully expecting to find all the major groups of dinosaurs in the area (so not something like Heterodontosaurs).
In the surficial stuff it is feasible to find a mammoth as well...
In the surficial stuff it is feasible to find a mammoth as well...
Plans, it seems, have changed rapidly. I spent a day in Drumheller, found some dinosaur material. It hit 30 fucking degrees in the coulee. I'd like to issue a letter to the Sun, see what you guys think:
Dear Sun,
Fuck you. Seriously it's October 17th, it should basically be winter by now in Canada. 30 Degrees is a little retarded, I even saw a fresh crop of mosquitos harassing me today. Turn down the intensity and stop being an asshole.
Sincerely,
A Paleontologist (= big fucking deal)
In all seriousness though, I just got whisked away to a project at less than last minute. It turns out I'm monitoring a full 2 years before my boss says I'd be ready. This means I'll be working around heavy machines that don't work with the landscape- they fucking blow right through it. I've never been around this kind of insanity before, just the meeting beforehand has my head spinning (or maybe its the retarded amount of sugar I ate and loud music I listend to to keep myself awake on the road).
If you're wondering, I was listening to old school Dropkick Murphy's and some relatively new (2004) In Flames because frankly I'm just too manly to listen to music that is either fruitier or deeper than that.
It's fucking a friday. I'm just starting a 2 week (at leat) rampage of work. The company ALREADY owes me 26 days of payed vacation PLUS 2 weeks normal paid vacation. Somtimes I wonder why I do this job...
Then there's times, like in Drumheller just today, where I asked for directions to this God foresaken shithole that I'm in and the people asked why I was heading there. One thing lead to another, soon they were going insane about how cool my job is and how cool I am and how they wanna blow me or whatever the fuck they were saying. It was a pretty cool experience to have randoms at a gas station tell me that I'm awesome. Pretty cool indeed.
On the bright side, I have a reasonable chance of finding one of these:
PS. more work keeps coming up, looks like I'm stuck out here longer than I thought
Dear Sun,
Fuck you. Seriously it's October 17th, it should basically be winter by now in Canada. 30 Degrees is a little retarded, I even saw a fresh crop of mosquitos harassing me today. Turn down the intensity and stop being an asshole.
Sincerely,
A Paleontologist (= big fucking deal)
In all seriousness though, I just got whisked away to a project at less than last minute. It turns out I'm monitoring a full 2 years before my boss says I'd be ready. This means I'll be working around heavy machines that don't work with the landscape- they fucking blow right through it. I've never been around this kind of insanity before, just the meeting beforehand has my head spinning (or maybe its the retarded amount of sugar I ate and loud music I listend to to keep myself awake on the road).
If you're wondering, I was listening to old school Dropkick Murphy's and some relatively new (2004) In Flames because frankly I'm just too manly to listen to music that is either fruitier or deeper than that.
It's fucking a friday. I'm just starting a 2 week (at leat) rampage of work. The company ALREADY owes me 26 days of payed vacation PLUS 2 weeks normal paid vacation. Somtimes I wonder why I do this job...
Then there's times, like in Drumheller just today, where I asked for directions to this God foresaken shithole that I'm in and the people asked why I was heading there. One thing lead to another, soon they were going insane about how cool my job is and how cool I am and how they wanna blow me or whatever the fuck they were saying. It was a pretty cool experience to have randoms at a gas station tell me that I'm awesome. Pretty cool indeed.
On the bright side, I have a reasonable chance of finding one of these:
PS. more work keeps coming up, looks like I'm stuck out here longer than I thought
Well, yesterday was pretty cool. Like 4 backhoes pulling a bridge across a creek, giant bulldozers taking down a hill and me, in the middle of the fray, bumping into things aimlessly.
My boss found an arky site cause apparently she's astute. It had tools, tool marked bones etc. Too bad it was distrubed by a previous pipeline.
Today I get to learn a few more of the ropes, then I'm doing it on my own. Suffice to say, I'm shitting my pants more often out here from shock, amazement and terror than I can manage to clean up.
So far just some random bone chips or whatever, it's hard to see anything because weathered shale looks like clay and fossils are crushed very easily under these pressures.
My boss found an arky site cause apparently she's astute. It had tools, tool marked bones etc. Too bad it was distrubed by a previous pipeline.
Today I get to learn a few more of the ropes, then I'm doing it on my own. Suffice to say, I'm shitting my pants more often out here from shock, amazement and terror than I can manage to clean up.
So far just some random bone chips or whatever, it's hard to see anything because weathered shale looks like clay and fossils are crushed very easily under these pressures.
Hey, Mormoopid. I am a Civil Engineer at college but I have a Geology minor and I'm taking Paleobiology. This stuff is pretty interesting. I'm mad I really knew how to classify some of those "critters" you posted (like the trilobite on page 1! I'm currently working on a take home exam and for some reason I can't seem to explain how sedimentation rates affect the fossil assemblages... :-(
Well, rapid sedimentation means you bury the animal faster, without any chance for decay or whatnot. If you've ever seen bone that's weathered a bit, you know that it is shitty and won't preserve well. Sedimentation rates also can impact what kinds of animals you are getting, since it helps determine a preservational bias. For example, in rapid sedimentation you're probably more likely to bury large things whereas in lower sedimentation you're less likely to bury many large things- unless anoxic deep water is involved. It's really just one of the puzzle pieces involved in determining what will be preserved and how it will be preserved.
In cases where alot of sediment is dumped over a long period of time, you can also get warping of the fossils (such as when ammonites turn into ammolite, Alberta's 'gemstone').
In cases where alot of sediment is dumped over a long period of time, you can also get warping of the fossils (such as when ammonites turn into ammolite, Alberta's 'gemstone').
BULLDOZER!
SO there I was, facing a bulldozer with an operator that wouldn't respond to hand signals or the desperate dirt clumps I was throwing at his window. He was bearing down on a fossil, which turned out to be a piece of shit scrappy bivalve not worth collecting (I didn't know that at the time), coming on it like an unstoppable force that I cannot describe with any words. In lieu of words, here is a picture to show you the awesome power of this BULLDOZER:
WAAAAAYYYYYAAAAHHHHHH Desperately, frantically, I think of any way I can to make him stop! One pass with that Bulldozer and the fossil will be obliterated! I hesitate from doing what I know must be done. MISTAKE! Left with little time and a bivalve that needed to be rescued, I jump in front of the bulldozer and snatch the bivalve.
Oh no! Another hitch! The bivalve broke into several pieces! In a hurricane of grasping hands I tried to collect them all, cool beads of sweat searing my head as the chilling ice wind from the north pierced my thin layers of hoodie. With no time to weigh my options, I grasp at the bivalve chunklets and get out of the way of certain demise!
Looking back, in the shrowed of dust, I see the bulldozer pass where I was just TEN SECONDS before. Yeah, it was that close- a slowish moving bulldozer coming at you from like 40 meters away is serious business!
Heh, that's what this project is like. Pretty sweet. So far nothing much to actually report, cept that I keep disagreeing with my boss about position of the bedrock since there appears to be a layer of bedrock ripped up and redeposited by a glacier. It's kind of confusing at times. At least the archaeology crew has found some tools or whatever and most importantly (to my interest, which is the most important thing) some tool marked bones.
SO there I was, facing a bulldozer with an operator that wouldn't respond to hand signals or the desperate dirt clumps I was throwing at his window. He was bearing down on a fossil, which turned out to be a piece of shit scrappy bivalve not worth collecting (I didn't know that at the time), coming on it like an unstoppable force that I cannot describe with any words. In lieu of words, here is a picture to show you the awesome power of this BULLDOZER:
WAAAAAYYYYYAAAAHHHHHH Desperately, frantically, I think of any way I can to make him stop! One pass with that Bulldozer and the fossil will be obliterated! I hesitate from doing what I know must be done. MISTAKE! Left with little time and a bivalve that needed to be rescued, I jump in front of the bulldozer and snatch the bivalve.
Oh no! Another hitch! The bivalve broke into several pieces! In a hurricane of grasping hands I tried to collect them all, cool beads of sweat searing my head as the chilling ice wind from the north pierced my thin layers of hoodie. With no time to weigh my options, I grasp at the bivalve chunklets and get out of the way of certain demise!
Looking back, in the shrowed of dust, I see the bulldozer pass where I was just TEN SECONDS before. Yeah, it was that close- a slowish moving bulldozer coming at you from like 40 meters away is serious business!
Heh, that's what this project is like. Pretty sweet. So far nothing much to actually report, cept that I keep disagreeing with my boss about position of the bedrock since there appears to be a layer of bedrock ripped up and redeposited by a glacier. It's kind of confusing at times. At least the archaeology crew has found some tools or whatever and most importantly (to my interest, which is the most important thing) some tool marked bones.