Redneck nation

     The remnants of Memorial Day celebrating were truly disheartening:

This photo doesn't even begin to show all the garbage strewn around the boat ramp.

On the back of the sign that instructs, "Pack in, pack out," a few self-described rednecks took the time to admonish the litter bugs:

Seems like a waste of a good Sharpie, to me.

I guess I'll take a trash bag and some thick rubber gloves with me next time

 and try to pick some of it up.

Bummer.

Because without all the trash, the Peace River looks like this:

Nice...

     The afternoon thunderstorms have started but not heavily enough to raise the river level yet so we keep digging, but this late in the season, I'm not 100% upset to hear that first rumble of thunder that signals an early end to the day.  My back hurts!  Wahhhh!

     I keep digging in the same area but no one else really wants to dig there anymore because it's all or nothing.  There just aren't any small shark teeth there and not many fossils.

     But still...

Chunks of tan-colored mammoth enamel...

A couple of intriguing megalodon teeth...

Very good horse and bison teeth...

And check out this freshwater turtle scute with gnaw marks from a Pleistocene rat.  I can just picture the rodent holding it like a cookie and nibbling all around the edges.

I sent a photo of my finds for the day to Jack, along with a note saying I was done digging in that spot.

I got a hearty "LOL" in reply.

     "A day like that and you're not going back?  You must have digging spots to burn."

Point taken.

     But if you get there before me and you have one of those long-handled grabber things, could you hang it from the sign for me?  I'll pick up some trash but I want to save my back for digging!

Necklace made with mammoth tooth fragment and a mix of wood, agate, and tiger eye beads.

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