The gear is sorted, bags are packed, food is purchased, maps have been studied and organized. Dave and Michael arrive at the airport tomorrow morning, and then it is time to head northward. It feels like just yesterday that Dave and I returned from William Lake, but I guess it was sometime around last September. Now the north is calling again.
The correspondence has been cleared off the desk, or at least some of it has. The reports have been written, or at least those parts that could be written are done. Anyway, there is no more time, so it is not worth thinking about any other work, just the fossils that are out there somewhere. Out there in splendid little patches of limestone hidden among all those spruce trees.
Now there is only the anticipation. What fossils will we find? What will be the condition of the sites? Will there be any new stories of bears, or blackflies, or the vagaries of northern dining?
I really can’t wait.
© Graham Young, 2012