“You can’t find fossils in the Mangahouanga by prospecting the mountain slopes.”
I looked up. She wasn’t kidding. Dense, thick, tropical rainforest covered every inch of the mountain sides, right down to the edges of creeks, streams and rivers.
“Instead…”, the little white-haired lady said, “…you walk up the creeks and streams and look for fossils in the gigantic concretions that have rolled down the mountain slopes and collected in the valley bottoms.” I looked for the hip-waders and rubber boots. There weren’t any to be seen.
In the next split-second, just like she had done for the last thirty...