Chief Stephenson took Sawyer by the hand and then carefully lowered him into one of the Boy Scout’s arms below. Then, she climbed down the ladder next to him. As I stood above and watched, she thanked the ancestors for bringing them here today and asked for guidance in their work.
Then, she turned to Sawyer, pointed to his shovel, and said, “You first, Sawyer. Where do we begin?”
My son tapped his cheek in thought and then pointed toward a small indentation near the center of the hole. “There,” he said, and walked confidently toward his chosen spot. Then, after getting a nod from Chief Stephenson, he plunged his red shovel into the dirt and slowly lifted a pile of earth into the air before carefully pouring it out on a tarp the archaeologists had laid out.
“Now, Little Guy, we need to l
