Life in the Pits
My life is in the pits. Archaeological pits, that is. For now, we are excavating, my oldest son and I. The weather is much better than expected, so I can’t complain– about 62 degrees and overcast, really lovely for heavy physical labor.
Here I am, measuring away, making sure our levels are… level! Otherwise, you might be cutting through a floor or midden (trash pit) and not even realize the change in soil, etc. That could mess up a whole lot, archaeologically speaking.
We’re finding prehistoric stuff, here in the middle of nowhere. This pottery is thick, this one has a pretty edge, many pieces cord-marked with netting or other materials pressed into the clay for decoration. A basic rule of thumb is the thicker, the older.
Sounds like the story of my life, lol.
But for now, all we have to do is avoid the poison ivy and raccoons. Have a great weekend, everyone!
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