What did you want to be when you were a kid? Pilot? Ballerina? Movie Star? Archeologist?
Yeah, me too.
I seldom get to be any of the above, but I’m always up for an adventure.
I work with a nurse practitioner, Lynn, who is quite a character. She’s Family Practice certified, but she specializes in Women’s Health and Gynecology. Has been that way for years, and I’ve worked with her for about 12 years. She’s single, really knowledgeable and good at what she does. She's a bit eccentric. She has three dogs and has a lot of quirks. I am drawn to quirky, eccentric people. They seem so very interesting to me, more interesting and vibrant than say a very “taupe” kind of person. (You know the kind, the one who has no hobbies or interests, who has beige clothing, hair and home décor…they are Taupe kinds of people. No particular color palette.)
Lately, Lynn’s been into canvassing her property in the country searching for arrow heads. She’s brought in a case filled with arrow heads, spear heads and even a stone hatchet head that she swears is around 5000 B.C. (?) It’s pretty cool. So when I expressed an interest, she was so very excited and invited me along.
Well, I suited up (in matching navy blue athletic wear piped with lime green and light blue gym shoes) and I set out for an adventure, last evening after work. I joked with her that I will be so very good at this arrow head hunting gig, because when I go on my walks with my neighbor, I always find money. I can spot pennies and dimes from far away, even in the moonlight.
Yeah, me too.
I seldom get to be any of the above, but I’m always up for an adventure.
I work with a nurse practitioner, Lynn, who is quite a character. She’s Family Practice certified, but she specializes in Women’s Health and Gynecology. Has been that way for years, and I’ve worked with her for about 12 years. She’s single, really knowledgeable and good at what she does. She's a bit eccentric. She has three dogs and has a lot of quirks. I am drawn to quirky, eccentric people. They seem so very interesting to me, more interesting and vibrant than say a very “taupe” kind of person. (You know the kind, the one who has no hobbies or interests, who has beige clothing, hair and home décor…they are Taupe kinds of people. No particular color palette.)
Lately, Lynn’s been into canvassing her property in the country searching for arrow heads. She’s brought in a case filled with arrow heads, spear heads and even a stone hatchet head that she swears is around 5000 B.C. (?) It’s pretty cool. So when I expressed an interest, she was so very excited and invited me along.
Well, I suited up (in matching navy blue athletic wear piped with lime green and light blue gym shoes) and I set out for an adventure, last evening after work. I joked with her that I will be so very good at this arrow head hunting gig, because when I go on my walks with my neighbor, I always find money. I can spot pennies and dimes from far away, even in the moonlight.
What a hoot she was. She took me out to her property in the farmland about 20 miles away from my house. It was pretty neat. She had a shed built with a screened-in porch for when she is out enjoying the lake (fishing and boating) and the entire acreage is fenced in so that her dogs can roam free from harm. She has a Bobcat 4-wheeler equipped with a small flatbead for hauling things, what a ride! Eventually there will be a home built on the spot, but for now it’s just a picnic spot with a small stocked lake. After touring the property, I looked down, and at my feet was a shiny dime. A sign! Sure enough, I found some money! I’m going to be good at this. I feel it. I’ve never found an arrow head and I’d really like to!
We then went down the road to a very old farm, with an opulent old brick farmhouse. This farmer has given her permission to hunt for arrowheads in his fields – which to my surprise, the fields are sand. SAND. I thought for sure that what I see from the highway is rich black soil. Well, it’s rich black compost and sand. It’s through the sand that the artifacts pop through, especially during the spring when the fields have just been plowed for their spring plantings.
Whew. The sun started to set, and a train nearby was whistleing. Very Norman Rockwell. We searched and found quite a bit of slate – and then, there it was. Lying on the ground, like someone planted it for me to see was a spear head. Larger than a tiny arrow head,
it’s really perfect in shape.
I’m hooked! Watch out Pompei! I’m now an archeologist.
We then went down the road to a very old farm, with an opulent old brick farmhouse. This farmer has given her permission to hunt for arrowheads in his fields – which to my surprise, the fields are sand. SAND. I thought for sure that what I see from the highway is rich black soil. Well, it’s rich black compost and sand. It’s through the sand that the artifacts pop through, especially during the spring when the fields have just been plowed for their spring plantings.
Whew. The sun started to set, and a train nearby was whistleing. Very Norman Rockwell. We searched and found quite a bit of slate – and then, there it was. Lying on the ground, like someone planted it for me to see was a spear head. Larger than a tiny arrow head,
it’s really perfect in shape.I’m hooked! Watch out Pompei! I’m now an archeologist.
Pretty Cool huh?
2 comments:
Well I can attest to your money finding abilities. Good job on the spear point. I never find stuff like that.
It's so very cool huh?
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