Like I said, we visited one of the most important petrified forests in all of the Americas. And given the very important scientific weight of that monumentous event, I had to straddle a giant piece of wood and ride it like a cowboy. Hey it's technically stone, not wood. Like that wood make any difference.

Isn't the word for that part of a tree where its two trunks or large branches split up called a crotch? Hmmmmmm.

River rats. A filthy lot, all of them. This is at another volunteer's site about two and a half hours downhill from mine. She has a cute dog.

Photo taken from inside the bus on the way from that last picture up to my site higher in the mountains. Looks like it was from an airplane huh? Awesome!

Chuffmate and I jellin like felons at that petrified forest.