Fossil Hunters
But first, a hike up the hill to break a large, heavy aggregate rock (that might possibly be filled with prehistoric shark teeth). The day before, when Husband casually mentioned that he had a 20-pound sledgehammer at home, Keith got very excited about the prospect of breaking this large rock into manageable pieces that could be carried back down the hill.
So the first part of the dig: Husband carried sledgehammer up the steep hill (with the rest of us following); whaled on rock; broke rock open; broke sledgehammer. Back down the hill with large piece of rock (and broken sledgehammer).

Charlie's Pride: A fossilized
Miocene/Tortonian shark tooth found in a broken open
rock.
Second part of the dig: Drive over to
special marine fossil place (an area that's being developed with
exposed shale everywhere). In upper 90s weather, with full sun, no
shade in sight, we grab pieces of rock and break them open with our
little hammers looking for anything interesting. I sat there and
hummed "Breaking rocks in the hot sun, I fought the law and the law
won." I thought about being a convict on a chain gang. I thought
about sitting at home on the couch with air conditioning. After a
while, I realized that hammering away at rocks probably wasn't my
best career move (I really do need my hands for my work). We found
lots of fossil fish scales, fish parts, seaweed, which means the
area we were working in was once the ocean floor (a few million
years ago).
Back down the hill, back at the nature center, the boys took turns
whacking at the large piece of rock. Didn't find any shark teeth
this time (but there's lots more rock to look through).
Today our adventures will take us to IKEA where we'll hike for
sure, but with the comfort of air conditioning (my kind of
adventure).
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