Sorry hun! I'm glad you had fun at least!
She doesn't look too bad in this picture- she started to blend into the desert by the end, really stinking dirty. poor thing was so hot, the sun was starting to fry her brain. Her and George didn't get along- the heat didn't help and the fact that George in starvation because Lloyd forgot to bring his food so you would see the poor thing try to sneak Maya's and she was not having it - Look at those fangs. George, you are lucky to be alive right now.
Braden in front of the sign we missed. Don't worry we kept driving deep into the night until we had burned through almost our last tank of gas, turned around and almost missed it again. Good thing he had ol' hawk eyes with him :)
Aw cute. I look old school and mom-ish.
And then we found our first fossil:
His name is Lloyd and I'm pretty sure he was there before Pangea. That's his weiner dog, George. Lloyd is 93 and loved digging for trilobites and geods. He was the first one in the pit in the morning and the last one out. Who knew one could love something so dumb. ( is that mean? )
I understand loving trilobite fossils if they are making you thousands of dollars but to actually pay ( which we didn't ) to go to Delta on Pioneer weekend, hang out in the dust and the blazing sun and dig for ancient potato bugs- why? Bunch of crazies.