Most museums walk you through time. Ours lets you turn it — spin the dial, walk the galleries, pull the drawers. Mind the trilobites; they were here first.
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Hover any specimen. Everything you see was alive, or ate something that was.
Every museum hides its best things in drawers. We labelled ours and left them unlocked — pull a handle.
Gobi Desert — Day 14 · 41°CAnya found a claw before breakfast — just sitting in the scree like it had been waiting 70 million years for someone punctual. Everyone pretended to stay calm. Nobody stayed calm.
The camels remain unimpressed. The camels are always unimpressed.
→ crate nº 7, wrapped in my good shirtHell Creek — Day 31 · rain, againDay 31 and the hillside finally gave up its secret: eleven ribs and counting. Ferro says “probably a big one.” Ferro has a doctorate. This is what a doctorate sounds like in the rain.
Sent word to the museum. Told them to clear the east hall. And the doorway. Possibly the door.
→ plaster: 40 bags. morale: 39 bags.Sunscreen mandatory, patience essential, camels non-negotiable.