BloodyBelle
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So, like, there's this place called the Bay of Fundy, and, like
and like I was nearly killed there. Well not really, but still...
I dragged a friend to that side of Nova Scotia to do some fossil hunting. This was 250 years ago.
Never did it before, didn't know a dang thing, but I had a hammer and chisel and determination. (Besides, I lost all my fishing gear when the canoe went over.) We put our gear by a big boulder 10' high easy and turned our backs to the sun. For hours. Chip chop turnarock chip chop. I found an enormous, like 150 lb big fat fossil and tried to drag it, alone, to rescue for the museum, annoying the heck out of my friend. But I digress. I spotted an eggish-shaped smooth rock and just, ya' know, felt it. I cracked it and gave my friend the "female" and I kept the "male."
Satisfied now we turned back, only to find the huge boulder was gone, and our stuff was bobbing out in the water a ways.
And that, my friends, is a classic Bay of Fundy tale. And true.
and like I was nearly killed there. Well not really, but still...
I dragged a friend to that side of Nova Scotia to do some fossil hunting. This was 250 years ago.
Never did it before, didn't know a dang thing, but I had a hammer and chisel and determination. (Besides, I lost all my fishing gear when the canoe went over.) We put our gear by a big boulder 10' high easy and turned our backs to the sun. For hours. Chip chop turnarock chip chop. I found an enormous, like 150 lb big fat fossil and tried to drag it, alone, to rescue for the museum, annoying the heck out of my friend. But I digress. I spotted an eggish-shaped smooth rock and just, ya' know, felt it. I cracked it and gave my friend the "female" and I kept the "male."
Satisfied now we turned back, only to find the huge boulder was gone, and our stuff was bobbing out in the water a ways.
And that, my friends, is a classic Bay of Fundy tale. And true.