Mostly Familiar

Things have changed a great deal from when I first came here, and more often than not in a positive rather than negative way. First major change: I thought archaeology was a much more isolated field of study than most others, but the more I stay here, the more...

A Rainy Day

Eight days into the excavation and I have learned that I hate the rain here. With Thursday bringing enough rain to cancel a day of excavation, my team and I are unable to finish leveling AC6C and start removing wall-fall near the east wall and start to expose what...

All quiet on the southern shore

I stand, slowly, from my diggers-squatting position, wiping the sweat off my brow with a soot covered sleeve, to admire my handiwork. I find myself standing in a 2/3 or so meter-deep trench, after several days of digging, completed with the help of my two...

A dream of rocks and dirt

Early last week, Mary asked if we saw rocks when we closed our eyes. Everyone laughed. Now, as we approach the end of week 2, the rocks have infiltrated my dreams. I see the cistern wall and the ever-lowering pit of dirt and rocks when I go to sleep at night. I think...

This site is a bottomless pit—literally.

     Over the last 8 days, I’ve learned that chucking a rock of a cliff as far as you possibly can is a very satisfying (although slightly terrifying) experience. I’d like to think I’m getting stronger with every bucket of rocks and dirt. At least, I hope I am,...