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Managed to get back out to the Peace River again this week--tying my record for two trips from last season (a woefully short fossil hunting season). My wife Tammy was out of town on a business trip and she suggested that I might check in with TFF member Sacha (John) to see if he was going out fossil hunting during her absence. This is proof that in my infinite wisdom I married well to have a wife suggest I go out and fossil hunt--I'm a lucky man and I well know that. I got up at O-dark-thirty, well before the sun had any inclination at rising and was on the road north and west to the Peace River. It's about a three hour trip and I retraced my route that I had traveled earlier in the week for the first trip to the Peace River that Tammy and I made earlier in the week. I got pretty cold on that trip last Saturday so I packed my wetsuit and donned my neoprene shortly after meeting up with John at the arranged meet-up location. We paddled upstream to check out a few spots to hunt on the Peace River. We started out early and were on the river shortly after 7:00am. The paddle upstream actually made me break out into a bit of a sweat. This warmth was to be short lived. When we settled in at our first fossil hunting site and stepped into the cool water to begin sifting, the chilly waters of the Peace River seeped their way into my my wetsuit to cancel out any overheating I was feeling on the trip upstream. I was fine for a while till the sunless overcast morning was augmented by a nagging breeze that added a bit of evaporative cooling to the morning's experience. John is either made of sturdier stock or his wetsuit was thicker than my 2mm/3mm suit. We tried out luck at a few different sites prospecting for a good bit of gravel that would deliver some nice finds. The breeze was really starting to get on the nerves of this northerner turned soft as I started to get the shivers when the breeze kicked up. I retreated to shallower water moving up from waist-deep water to depths barely knee-deep but the winds kept distracting me from my fossil hunting. Finally, I broke down and wimped out. I had brought along a windbreaker in case it proved useful. I decided that a wind breaker over a wetsuit was a fashion statement that I could pull off and bundled up for all it was worth. I'm pretty sure that after disclosing this that I won't be allowed back to the Chicago area where I once was silly enough to attempt ice diving in 39 degree waters. I'll accept that disgrace and proudly claim my membership to the Warm Water Wimps society which advocates not being submerged in waters less than 80F. Here is the shameful picture of me bundled up yet having a great time because I was out fossil hunting on the Peace River with friend and fellow TFF member John (Sacha). Who in their right mind could see fit to complain?
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