Skele gained, Lessons Learned

So this is going to be a duzie, but here is the cool part...I found a skeleton that was coming out of a burial! And when I say that I found it, it pretty much means that I identified a metatarsal that we found on the surface as human, and then I went to where I felt there would be more of a foot, under an ant hill. So I looked at the surface and immediately identified a phalanx, I kept pushing some dirt aside and found more phalanges. At that point I decided to stop because all of this has to go to the government for assessment. I looked at the surface a little more and found a rib, and then out of no where, right were we were standing was the complete right humerus. It had been uncovered as we had been scuffling around the site.

So, what happens when a burial is found? Well, we contact BLM, because it is on their land. The police and coroner maybe called in if the skeleton is thought to be new. Due to artifacts that we found with the skeleton (brass buttons and buckles) and the site it was located in (frying pan, tin cans, a butter knife), I would think it is historical and therefore NAGPRA won't be involved.

Anyway, I learned that I can be confident that I know what I am talking about. When my crew boss randomly picked up the metatarsal and didn't recognize it as an animal he knew of (being a zooarchaeologist), he was gonna let it go. But I could swear it was human, so I took it from him and pondered it for a long time. I knew it was human the second I saw it, but because I lack confidence in my ability to identify remains anymore, I was still not 100% sure until I found the phalanges.

Another lesson learned on this trip is that I need to speak up when I don't feel well in the field. We had a particularly hot day on Wednesday like high 90's. I was working with an all boy group who survey really really fast. Well, I started to feel a little dizzy and lightheaded, then I could feel a bit of a headache. I began to not be able to walk correctly, always tripping over things and my brain wasn't working the way it should have. I had drunk a gallon of water in 4 hours but wasn't really sweating the way one should. So from all those symptoms, I still had a hard time speaking up. Finally, after 3 failed attempts to allow the word exit my mouth, I was finally able to tell my crew chief that I was desperate and needed to go back to the car, which was now about 2 miles away. Needless to say I had to stay in for 2 days because I had gotten mild heat stroke.

This lesson was that I need to be more active in how I feel, and to not worry about what others are going to think about me being sick. No one blames me for having to stay in because of heat problems. They don't want me to die. So, I need to get over that self consciousness.

We have been surveying in Kobhe Valley outside of Eureka on BLM land for a mining project at Mount Rose. It is really beautiful. Too bad there is so much smoke from the California fires.

Kobhe Valley Floor


Sorry the film is a little fast.