with no obvious point behind the present that has returned me home, i've decided to create a purpose for the trip.
- where was it found?
- who found it?
- how did they find it?
- how long until it was dug up?
- who was on the field team that did the digging?
- how long did the dig take?
- how long till the fossil was prepared (that's a fancy word for cleaned off)?
- who did the preparing?
- who studied the fossil?
and this is only when you don't have a personal stake or connection to the fossil... which in this case i think i would have!
"you tell me," darren responded. "it is where you were born."
i looked up at darren and i'm sure my jaw dropped. that made no sense! how was it there was a photo of people working at my egg site almost a hundred years ago?!?
"remember how i told you a second ago charlie sternberg found this site in 1946. well i know as a matter of a fact that is almost the truth," darren clarified. "charlie did technically find it on his own, but he knew roughly where he should be looking... because of this." darren pointed to the report. "a field report written by member of the commission 32 years earlier."
"i thought you said that the palaeontologic commission was a secret," i challenged. "why would they have put out an official field report?"
"why would he want them published in the first place?" i asked. "won't that break his cover?"
"i don't know," darren confessed. "it's only one of the many things i'd like to know about this man!"
"if i had to guess, as the reports are only on scientifically important sites, i think he just wanted them to be known by other people," darren informed. "slate seldom ever collected things himself. on occasion he did alert the american and canadian teams to skeletons, but many of his sites were well outside their operating area! if he hadn't recorded these other sites they might have remained unknown forever."
"no," darren said matter of factly. before i could ask he added. "he'd been dead nearly a year before the survey discovered the reports."
"nope," darren said slightly resigned. "you and this drawer hold everything i was ever able to find out about francis slate. i gave up a few years ago, and am sticking with lost quarries that won't led to dead ends," with that he took back the papers from me, and put them back into the drawer which i than noticed he had double locking on.
it was set! tomorrow i'd have the master of finding lost dig sites take me to where i was dug up! though i knew in the small logic part of my head it won't answer all my questions, i still felt like tomorrow i'd finally know where i came from...
to be continued... where it ALL began!
(Production Note: Much of this post is fictional. References to Traumador's egg, the Palaeotolgic Commission, and Francis Slate are not real. Information on the Huxley Tyrannosaur IS factual though, and based on real events. The only fiction around this Tyrannosaur's history is Francis Slate's involvement with its discovery. In reality it WAS discovered by Charlie Sternberg in 1946 and dug up as described.)