Day Three

Exhilaration.
Excitement.
Pressure.
Ticking clocks.
Whispers and quick grins.
Salvage archaeology.

The best day I have ever had on the dig, in three seasons.
One of the best afternoons of my life, no question.

Typically, day three is one of the worst of the entire season, excluding the dreaded week five, which features Drama and Lack-of-Energy as its key players. On day three, the jet lag from day one has caught up and turned into pure exhaustion. The sore muscles first felt on day two were worked more and turned into pure pain. Cleaning is still happening, so most of the day is spent doing nothing except carrying bucketloads of dirt.

Instead, today reinforced everything I have ever loved about archaeology and turned into one of the most incredible dig experiences I have ever had. Win? Yes.

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