Part 2 of the two part series of all thing geological on my recent Great Southern Road Trip.
Fifteen long hours of bright sunshine makes sleep a problem. Six hours of darkness is not enough to recover from the day’s hard labour but you press on. The heavy pick is replaced by a small hand pick and then a soft brush and dental pick. Your tiny little pick hits something that “tinks” when the metal hits it. You’ve found it! You’ve found the rib of a triceratops. More digging, slowly, slowly with painstaking tedium you brush away more dirt. Wait! Stop! Is that the vertebrae? YES! The joy punctures the eerie mood. You are the only human who has even seen this bone.