Funny how that works - as much as it changes, it stays the same...
Places that are comfortable and easy to exploit, folks just naturally keep coming back...
I have a much favored fishing hole up on Fatty Creek.
It's just such a nice camp. Well sheltered, but a pretty easy access. No blow-downs, no widow-makers, but with plentiful firewood and easy access to the creek.
One of the last times I was up that way, I got to thinking like this, and actually looked around...
Didn't take me long to find the castings...
Yep, right there where I was setting, some injun feller was sitting in the same dang place a hundred years ago, making arrowheads.
Go figger.