Anyone who knows my dad knows he LOVES looking for arrowheads. What I find a bit boring and unrewarding (I don’t think I’ve ever actually found one on my own- I go more for the walks and don’t really look very hard. Don’t tell my dad.) is perhaps his favorite thing to do. At least a few times a week I get a text that looks like these:
Or maybe when he was little he loved playing cowboys and Indians with his 4 brothers in these fields, where real Indians actually lived hundreds of years earlier. (can I say Indians? Is that PC?)
For whatever reason, he is out there searching after every hard rain, or spring plowing, or summer cultivating.
While there, he showed me the fancy display he made last fall.
I knew I scored big when I found him this shirt for Father’s Day. I don’t think I can ever top this:
And want to know the first thing Nate said when we decided I would go to New York and he would stay and study? “I’m so jealous, I really wish I could go, I really want to go look for arrowheads with your dad.”