Six years later, after finding that fossil fish with arms (known as Tiktaalik roseae), we returned to the 2002 site for another look in better weather. During one traverse, I happened upon my old footsteps locked in the dried mud. With my son now in first grade, I stood before those six-year-old prints made by the earlier me, the one who walked here cold, wet, and questioning his judgment. By capturing that fleeting moment in time, the prints embody the frailty of the place.
