I get disgusted when I hear so much about "it's a pity that the word is out". I have no desire to go and trash the place, and no I have no desire to see the d--n pictures because it seems that my knowledge somehow sullies one of academia's holy of holies. Why don't people just say: "it's a pity that some jerks sometimes trash archaeological sites."? The next shard of pottery or arrowhead I find, I'll just descreetly crush under my evil boot and throw into a creek and then say a prayer that some idiot pointy head or pagan fraud with pot belly and 1/16 native blood, 10,000 years from now gets a bleeding ulcer over my trash!!!
The fact that a pristine area rich in artifacts is now widely known will inevitably draw pothunters and "jerks" who trash archaeological sites. There's the pity.
If that shoe doesn't fit, why get your knickers in a bunch?
I have my own bone to pick with academia excluding amatuers (anyone without an institutional grant) from archaeology, or for that matter, paleontology, to a great extent. I'm a geologist, but I can't pick up a tooth on federal land, despite being a professional, despite the fact that, if reported, the fossil will probably be destroyed by the same forces which brought it out of the strata in which it was entombed. I'd rather see it in a shoebox under some kid's bed, well revered, than washed down the creek to oblivion. At least there is a chance it will be studied someday. All this prohibition has done is squelch the budding enthusiasm of the next generation of archaeologists, paleontologists, and geologists. It makes for an unwieldy crop of couch potatoes who think surfing the web is a replacement for being there.
Do I feel this site area is the holiest of holies? No, it is just the abandoned trash and belongings of the previous residents. Not much holy about a trash pit.
Do I think that some knowledge could be gleaned there? Perhaps some insight might be gained if people don't loot the place. The best way to keep that from happening is to keep the lid on the location.
I got my start picking up arrowheads in a tobacco field with my grandfather. Hardly an undisturbed site. Most places have felt the plow, and have lost a great deal of significance as archaeological sites go. This one, apparently has not.