Early morning trip to Poverty Point, driving through the darkness, McOatmeal and McDecaf. The sky ahead just turning the faintest hint of pink.
Thin mists were swirling across the site, falling into the shallow undulations of the ridges. Those ridges — so hard to see, even harder to photograph. There are six of them and once they were 4-6 feet high, creating a half-circle around the plaza. But that was 3000 or so years ago. They have been plowed since then, decade after decade, planting season after planting season.
This morning they were just barely visible, the mist creating stripes of dark and light. Heavy dew saturated the grass and, in turn, my boots, socks and feet. I could hear geese in the distance, yapping like little puppies, soon flying directly overhead. Only one spirit deer and she bounded away as soon as my car turned down the road.
I want the geese and the ridges and the dew preserved there. I want all of the ancient mound sites protected and cared for. They’ve endured for thousands of years and it’s only recently, during the last 100 years or so, that they have suffered the most.
I hope during 2012 that I can increase public awareness of these sites. Maybe the right people with the right resources will find a way to move more of them under the protection of the Archaeological Conservancy. Or help the landowners protect them on their own. Or fund the archaeologists who study them. Or just get out and experience them – their mysteries, their mists, their ancientness.
Thanks to everyone for your support of this project, for passing it along, for helping me find ways to make it happen. Happy New Year to you all.