Today, a missed bus and 5 hours in Balfour scouring for arrowheads. I've had good luck in the past.
Nada. Not a single thing, and only a few bits of chert and flakes. A couple of paleo-maybes, one, a slender piece of slate that shows signs of napping into an arrowhead shape, perhaps a tool of convenience, but not an arrowhead, and a poor scraper (given the edge). The napping is undeniable but why they'd choose a piece so unsuited...
I'm done with the 4:00 Ferry, only there isn't a bus, I've failed to double check, and so another hour and a half on the beach reviewing the ground.
And another, that dark black igneous material I've posted arrowheads carved out of, this, possible a scraper, possibly not, hard to tell, the shape is odd, but I can't tell if it's been worked or is merely an oddly broken stone.
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The days, cooler, nights, cool, sun-down soon after 7:00 AM and autumn is coming, coming, coming, and tomorrow off and to volunteer, to the library, to...
But no more trips to Balfour, I've found everything there is to be found, it wants rain, snow, erosion to bring to the surface new treasures...