Instead of our normal trip to a local park, I took Dad to Old Camp Floyd where Johnston's army camped for a couple months. I was not sure that this was a trip that an 85 year old should be making, but Dad wanted to give it a try. We crossed a narrow bridge with a big step at the end, walk across a plank that spanned a canal, climbed over a barbed wire fence, and hiked up a hill. I thought this would be enough of an adventure, and left the metal detectors in the car.
We just walked around and look for artifacts laying on the surface. We didn't find any metal but we did find pieces of glass and porcelain. One piece had a "42" on it. I wonder if it was from 1842?
After that little hiking adventure, we drove to Fairfield and metal detected in a field near the permanent home of Camp Floyd. Dad was pretty busy digging away.
He dug up lots of artifacts, but I think they were all modern. Except for maybe the musket ball.
While Dad was busy digging up his treasures, I spent most of my time talking with a couple other detectorists, Marcus and Terry. Terry showed me a couple 3 ring mini balls that he had just dug up. It was cool to know that there were still some things like that to be found.
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