The idea for this blog came about a year ago when three of us were stranded in a rather isolated corner of Utah, 30 miles from the Colorado border and 50 miles from Wyoming. Summer was meandering along and we realized we had great stories to tell and no one to tell them to (drunk bears, rednecks with shotguns, old cars riddled with bullet holes--these were all part of our every day work routine).
There's been a shift in archaeology and those who choose careers in it. What used to be a completely male-dominated field has slowly been changing, universities across the country seeing more women than men in each graduating class of archaeologists. That summer, we found ourselves part of a completely female crew, headed entirely by males. It seemed the perfect illustration of the way the field is evolving. At times, though, it 's like we're still in a man's world, like we shouldn't brandish pick axes or haul wheelbarrows of dirt. We're here to dispel a few of those myths.
It's summer again now, which means we're packing up our Marshalltown trowels and khaki pants and heading back into the field. We'll be spanning three continents these next few months and representing both CRM and academic projects. So here's to hoping we can convey what it's like to live this unconventional and highly nomadic existence we've chosen for ourselves. And to proving that the Golden Marshalltown can just as easily be wielded by a woman.
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