My mother-in-law and brother-in-law recently volunteered to watch my kiddos every Sunday--giving me five precious hours during the week to devote to digging. Last week, I used those stolen moments to hit the Wright House. This week, I followed Roman into the woods and poked around an old trash pit. When we first arrived at the site, I was giddy--I realize that not many young ladies get excited over a giant depression in the middle of the woods... but I suppose I'm a different breed. With the exception of the backyard dump at my Uncle's, I hadn't been digging through any junk pits since...