Recently, on one of my daily walks around my big backyard, I discovered new treasure: a set of two dozen wooden bowling pins, far from the closest bowling alley. I’ve since named the old rutted path there “Bowling Lane”. What are all those pins doing out there? No idea. Your guess is as good as mine.
Bowling Lane isn’t done offering up treasure: This evening, while photographing the bowling pins, I found a tiny fragment of snakeskin and a glittering chunk petrified wood bigger than my head: