No, the title is not a metaphor for a great sadness.
It's an actual pit at the archaeology site.
Naturally, upon finding out that we may be a team, we decided to come up with the most clever team name. Naturally, we failed and just ended up combining our last names into Chrisniuk. (Please read with a Russian accent for the full effect).
That's the thing about names: They seem like a good idea at the time. Like Yukonic. I thought I was being reasonably clever but as it would turn out this name has been used for a wide variety of other things. You win some, you lose some.
Speaking of winning, my team (the second tallest team, as we were organized by height for practicality) is the quickest at setting up a total station. And then I kind of guess my way through it and press a lot of buttons. Chalk that up on the list of things that I will eventually master.
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Days until field: ~3.4