For the next six months, I was an archeologist. I went out nearly every day in search of treasure in the form of these strange rocks. I hung a medium-sized bucket from my precious bike’s handlebars and filled it up several times each day. Some of these rocks were big, even larger than my hand. Some of them were small, barely fitting within the palm of my hand. But they all interested me more than I could express to anyone.
Throughout history, The Explorers Club has managed to hold membership to some of the greatest “firsts” in the fields of exploration. In 1909, members Robert E. Peary and Matthew Henson were the first to reach the north pole. In 1911, member Roald Amundsen made it to the south pole. In 1953, Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay became the first to reach the summit of Mt. Everest. In 1960, Don Walsh and Jacques Piccard became the first to reach the deepest point of the ocean. In 1969, Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins made history by being the first to reach the surface of the moon. In 1984, Barry Clifford officially became the first to recover an authenticated pirate ship, the Whydah Gally. But do The Explorers Club have another famous first? Were they the first to eat woolly mammoth in modern history?