Over the last two weeks Ive inundated my thoughts with texts, podcasts, and movies that when I stepped from the city into the wilderness, my mind was quiet. My right foot hit the ground as the radiation hit my face. Surrounding me, hills sheltered a small valley where one week before had been littered with debitage and a few arrow points. The exciting thought of a archery range no longer existed. This valley is vulnerable. I thought that if the need for warfare intensified to the point of the Europeans and the people living here were a warring people, then this location stood vulnerable to attacks from above. With each step; the snap, crackle, and pop repeated itself down the row of students. Twenty-one of us with eyes to the ground lined up for pedestrian survey checking the basin for artifacts. We each had flags. I saw a lot of flakes, and I noticed a pile of rocks and marked it with a flag. Further up, I noticed an area sitting next to the riverbed. The area had been manipulated because rocks had been placed forming a crescent shape outline. When we had passed the area, I yelled, What did you see over there? Marcia said, I didnt go there, do you want me to check it out? She walked over anyways. She disappeared behind a tree, returned, and held an object in her hand and said, its a shell. James and I joined her. Some people noticed a rock feature that indicated to them the presence of human existence in this valley long before. We continued through the floor and traversed the hill to the top. Overlooking the valley, I was overwhelmed. Not only did I want to work here, but I knew that others would too. I was right, and debitage littered the area. This was once a large production area in an office with a view. We located a datum and marked each artifact on the plateau which ended our second day.
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 14:49:26 +0000
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