Sunday, June 16, 2013
The last day of our trip was spent fossil hunting in the Green River country of southern Wyoming. We wound our way out of the mountains, but still found ourselves at better than 7200 feet in a sandstone quarry with pick axes in hand. Last year it was trilobites in Utah, this year it was fish from about 48 million years ago. I could get all technical with you and tell you the era, the fish type, etc, but all I really want to say is that I sat in the sun, whacked at the sandstone and we brought some fossil fish home. A great way to end our trip.
Friday I went to the commissary with Mac to grocery shop and I managed to get all of it done without having to sit down and rest. That ma...