In Praise of Archaeologists

Five years ago this September I was fortunate to spend a week with a team of archaeologists who were surveying remote stretches of Utah's Desolation Canyon. Half the crew set off on the Green River and the other half on horseback, working their way down the Tavaputs Plateau. (I'll get back to those horse guys in another post--quite a story in of itself.) I was part of the river flotilla. Here's me at the helm of one raft, pretending to be an experienced river runner. (The guy in the middle did much of the rowing.)