A poor bunny who died in the fire. There were a great deal of charred rabbit bodies lying about the place.
The desolation that was once a pinyon/juniper forest.
Here we are unloading the van, utterly disregarding the continued smoke coming from the west, a couple hundred yards from
our site, and despite that we were downwind of it.
Here we are hiking to the site. This is much easier to do now that there's no sagebrush scratching our legs. Compare this
with the stream picture. What a difference a little fire makes!
A wheelbarrow who gave its life in pursuit of archaeology.
Another poor bunny. Note the cluster of nails welded together. They had been sitting in a bucket. The bucket was, like
all its compatriots, completely incinerated.
The lone archaeologist. Chris going site-seeing. Doesn't this look forlorn?
And here we are, back to digging. This was taken shortly before the National Guard and the fire marshall showed up and
asked us what the hell we were doing there.
