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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, October 1, 2018

Fossils Near Mineral Wells

    In the early 1990s a borrow pit west of Mineral Wells closed for a remarkable reason. With the assistance of the Dallas Paleontological Society, the pit became a park, a source for all curious people to find fossils. Erosion inside the pit reveals corals, crinoids, echinoids, brachiopods, trilobites, and more, including shark teeth. The period in which the animals lived goes back 300 million years.  MyMrMallory and I had to take a look.

     Our bucket and pick at the top of the path that leads into the pit. In the background we can see the various sedimentary layers that line the walls.

Fossils abound in the pit, and we did not have to venture too far from the entryway to find them.

Favorite fossils found in the pit at the bottom of the path. 
Crinoids and brachiopods. 


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