Hashtags and Fossil Porn

Hashtags.

WTF?!

Back when I was trying to understand what hashtags are all about I asked my sister about the hashtags under all her posted photos.  Her reply, "I don't know what they mean.  I just make them up because everyone's doing it and it looks fun."  

That's good enough for me.

So now I do it, too, and surely by now I'm amassing a fair amount of content for anyone who happens to click on #zookeeperfossils or #solopsart, my 2 main hashtags.

But the hashtag I really want to write under all my photos is

#fossilporn

Why can't we join the ranks of foodies and all their stupid food porn?  

I worry, however, about the extremely diverse fossil fanatic crowd and that someone will take umbrage with the word "porn."  Wikipedia tells me that the #2 meaning of "porn" is: 

television programs, magazine, books, etc. that are regarded as emphasizing the sensuous or sensational aspects of a nonsexual subject and stimulating a compulsive interest in their audience

Sounds about right.  Porn it is!

Anyhoo...

Goodbye, home sweet camp!

We settled on our camping site early in the season and stuck to it even though

 the ground feels the way a funhouse mirror looks.  

Sitting fireside after a long day of digging

 gives one the freedom to eat things they wouldn't normally eat

like a pot full of Chef Boyardee ravioli and spaghetti.

Go ahead!  Make your faces and comments.

I f'ing love it!

Lots of contented childhood memories involve enjoying my very own can.

Exhausted fireside conversations

can be amusing.

One of my rock icons, Chris Cornell, died so I posted, without any comment,  an old photo of him on my FB wall:

Miss Vickie said, "I saw that picture of you on FaceBook.  When was it taken?"

I said, "That's not me.  It's a man."

Without missing a beat, Pam pointed out, "Aimee's hair isn't that curly."

The grind of pulling our kayaks to our campsite instead of paddling makes us all the more tired when we finish for the day,

but it's worth the work.

Glyptodont heaven welcomed us back with open arms.

Even more scutes including unusual edge and specialty scutes.

Pam had an excellent weekend

pulling up a piece of capybara jaw with 2 teeth

(...jealous...)

and a BIG chunk of bone.

My most interesting find was a chunk of mud

holding together an almost complete 4th molar of the ground sloth paramylodon harlani.

It still feels like a miracle that it came out of the water the way it did.

I glued this one back together in the morning, over a cup of decaf coffee, instead of in the evening, over a G&T so the process went smoothly.

I found exactly 1 megalodon tooth and 1 hemi.

The meg has some dings but I choose to believe they occurred during a feeding frenzy.

Cool!

A good handful of chunky horse teeth

including 2 incisors that came out in successive screens.  

Gator teeth and giant armadillo scutes

Antler and assorted "knuckle" bones

Aaaaand...

turtle.

These are just the pretty scutes.  I opted not to post the pile of other scutes this time.

These ladies are troopers!

Now on to Wyoming and Montana!