Your Girl Friday International

As an archaeologist while working in Wyoming and Montana we walked for hours everyday. The environment was flat with mountains visible on the horizon. The loosely packed soil was sandy. Each step broke through the sun-dried surface and sinking an inch into loose sand. Each day we were driven in to a central location on the project site. Different teams were formed and dispersed into different directions to search for sites. In the morning meeting we were informed of a herd of wild horses that had been seen on the ranch. Many attempts were made to catch them but they have proven untouchable. A few days into the project, myself and one colleague an aged tracker and prospector who knew the lands. After a few hours of walking, we radioed in for a meeting point with another team. We could see our colleagues across a ravine. One of them waved…