Friday, June 20, 2014

Friend or Foe?

Paleontology has a best friend and a worst enemy. Both are named "erosion."

Erosion is a physical or chemical process by which rock wears away into smaller pieces. At least, that's the basic idea. And because bones require rapid burial to be preserved as fossils, we would never see them if it weren't for erosion. Therefore, it is our best friend. Ashfall would never have been found if it weren't for a juvenile rhino jaw eroding out of the hill at just the right time for a paleontologist to walk by and find it. Had a creek not slowly eaten a valley into the flat area here, the ash layer never would have been exposed here to draw him here in the first place. Erosion means that fossils tend to follow the rule of gravity: they fall down the hill, and so while searching for them you start low and work your way up when you find fragments, slowly (hopefully) narrowing down the source (that is, the rest of the specimen.) In theory.

And this is where erosion also becomes less friendly. If we come to a fossil too late, it will have eroded completely out of the hill. It's gone, leaving just fragments. The deepest part of the watering hole was actually already taken out by the creek and the valley, and another section of it was devoured by an ancient river that was redirected here briefly after the ash fell, and stayed just long enough for us to lose part of the watering hole. It is also less than ideal, because fossils are often found in hill sides, for building on in the cases where there are enough fossils to support a park like this or Dinosaur National Monument. A lot of adaptations have to be made and structural feats have to occur for this to be pulled off, and in many cases it takes more than one try.

And so our mixed feelings for erosion will continue. It is a love-hate relationship for the danger to fossils that, in many cases, also causes them to be preserved for prosperity.



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My Story (Very briefly...)

Lots of people claim that they wanted to be paleontologists at the age of 3. So did I. The problem is, I never really grew out of it. My third birthday party had dinosaurs. Everywhere. I grew up digging in fossil dirt from Aurora, NC, looking for coral and shark teeth. I practically lived at my local science museums (and still do, only now I get to do research, fossil preparation, and work in collections!) When local paleontologists discovered a dinosaur with a "fossilized heart" (no longer considered such) when I was little, I got to meet the man who led the work. And then, years later a dinosaur bone with soft tissue turned up. I was officially hooked.
No longer was I dreaming about dinosaurs. I was actively pursuing the science behind prehistoric creatures. I didn't want to read about it, I wanted in on the action. So I started working at the museum, and finally going on my own adventures. And thus, I needed a place to share them and maybe inspire others the way I was inspired. I have gone from watching fossils be prepared from one side of the glass at the museum to working on them on the inside of the glass. I am a student working toward my goal. I can finally start to call myself a paleontologist.