Race towards Winter
It was so good being out digging again. It has been about a week with no expeditions but today there was no excuse to stay inside. The night and morning was very cold, it dipped a few degrees below 0 and everything was frosty white when I peeked through the curtains. A few hours later when the coffee session was done and the sun had melted away most of the frost I was out the door. I still have too many places I want to dig so I decided to just begin in one end, the site closest to me. Followers of my trips will be familiar with this site now as I have been there many times, the large Gasmask Mountain. Several rock slides last winter have made it a bit spooky to visit now and I see new boulders have fallen each time I go there, soon I`ll need a boat to get to it. After wandering around looking for any good surface rust for a while I found a patch to dig where a large rock had smashed down from above and ripped open the ground before launching down into the fjord. The relic gods was pleased and poured gasmaks canisters and ammo drums at me as I drew the shovel into the soil. Much of it was in a sad condition, but a few of the ammo drums might show some original paint after cleaning. I found a bakelite Karbid box which is always kool to find, some of the orange bottles and square bakelite Losantine boxes and even a nice alu tent peg.
Between all the destroyed gasmask filters I found a small and heavy box. I got it out and brushed of the soil, the lid had a hole so I could see there were some kind of cartdriges inside. Exciting! The lid came off easily, but the hinges was destroyed in the process. I carefully pulled one of the little shells and it was of paper, like a shotgun shell. I really like this little find and it will be interesting finding out what it really is. After closing up the hole I took another stroll around the place. I could hear the little whale was surfacing, making a ghostly sound as it breathes and some ravens and a large eagle was circling in the sky. Pure bliss. At the same moment I looked to the left of me and saw a metal plate. I have no idea what it is, if it is rubbish or something kool, but I liked it and decided to drag it home for further investigation. My hands and backpacks, yes, I had brought one spare backpack for them extra finds(!), was full so it was time to try climb back to the road and go home...
The mystery iron plate. ca 37 cm tall, 32 cm width.
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