Well, I have giant cuts and scrapes all over me. I look like I've been fighting with a herd of cats. But really I've just been fighting off barbed wire fences and all kinds of viney, spiney plants. Then I fell down on some gravel and cut and bruised my knee. So my legs look awful. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so cool. So basically I have the best job ever. We wander through the woods and through pastures and rivers and whatever else looking for archaeological sites. If we find anything we take pics and digs some shovel tests to see if there is anything important there. Its really fun except that we get up and going by 6:45am every day. Which is insane. We go to a safety meeting and then hang out for another half hour while logistics of where we're going that day are figured out. Then we spend about an hour driving to try to find where we are actually going to start. I don't really know how they could have done this shit before GPS.
So basically it comes down to you being totally jealous of my job because it is so awesomely cool.
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