Excavation days tend to run together a bit, with one day being remarkably similar to the last. On one hand there’s a nice continuity to the days, but on the other, it makes it hard to keep track of the days.
Summer time the days start at 6 am, which is rough, especially when we’re getting to the end of shift, but a substantial amount of coffee always helps with that. And as sunrise gets later we get a gradual sleep in. Then it’s down to the usual business of trowel sand, find nothing, try again. Repeat process until awesome thing found, then measure, map, bag, tag and start again.
Some days it can get a bit repetitive but I kind of like the repetition of it and quietly musing to myself on various topics. Sometimes we get some good, intellectual conversations going on, most of the time they’re bizarre and completely random though. Superheros/comic books and politics seem to get everyone’s blood pumping lately.
We’re attempting to back fill old excavation units as we go, so that there is less to do at the end. So far it is going well. It does mean though that every once in awhile you get the excitement of heading outside the tent to rake the mountain! It’s like a big zen garden really. And if that doesn’t get you into the right frame of mind, wander the woods and find some mushrooms, perhaps they’ll do the trick.