6/12/04

    The river was the lifeblood of early towns. They provided power, transportation, food, and water. So, naturally the older houses in the area are closest to the river. Our dig today was two properties side by side, down by the river. As we crossed over on the bridge, we admired how swollen the Rock had become from all the rain the past month. We even had a conversation on how we never hit water, even in the ten foot deep holes. 

    We pulled into the yard and started probing. There was a lot of blacktop there and I wasn't finding anything. After ten minutes, Steve said he had four in a row on the north side.  The first one was deep. The bottles coming out were all machine made. Steve was down about four feet when I saw the divit his shovel left slowly fill with ashy gray water. Oh crap, the ground water has risen, and we had three or four feet to the layer. We probed around until we heard the clunk of glass down a couple feet. We decide to pull up a bottle and see if was worth pursuing. At one point, I was bicep deep with my face inches from the water, fishing for something glass. Then the sides started caving in and splashing ashy water into my eyes. A unanimous decision was reached that this hole sucked.

Looking over Steve's shoulder at the soup