One of your pictures shows yucca. When I was an undergraduate archaeology student, I did survey work in southeastern Colorado. Those yucca points would stab right through my hiking boots. Often from our line of young archaeologists surveying across open fields and deep in canyons, would I hear the disgusted cry, “Oww! Yucca!”. It almost became a single word and of course the meaning grew so that long after we returned from the field, someone would call out in the lab over a particularly difficult problem or puzzling artifact,
“owwwyucca” and everyone knew what they meant!
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Treloar Tredennick Bower // March 30, 2009 at 3:38 pm |
One of your pictures shows yucca. When I was an undergraduate archaeology student, I did survey work in southeastern Colorado. Those yucca points would stab right through my hiking boots. Often from our line of young archaeologists surveying across open fields and deep in canyons, would I hear the disgusted cry, “Oww! Yucca!”. It almost became a single word and of course the meaning grew so that long after we returned from the field, someone would call out in the lab over a particularly difficult problem or puzzling artifact,
“owwwyucca” and everyone knew what they meant!