They travel in herds
Once in the Badlands, escape is difficult. Futile, even. We had the main goal of a museum tour, so after a complete home-cooked breakfast, we were off to explore. Let me add, the breakfast was complete, with all the usual proteins, a ration of toast and brewed coffee. Like in a restaurant, but prepared in our own tiny kitchen. The induction stove was a great purchase.
So, the museum. So many bones! I found myself wondering what the ratio if casting to fossilized might be, but my ability to keep simultaneous counts failed me. I mean, the info was printed on every name plaque, but I was distracted by the crowd. So many people! So many children, without due parental control. I guess folks figure that the risk of broken bones was niil.
If you speak more than one of the official national languages, best bring a dictionary. Reams of text, only in the “Queen’s English”. Hey, it got them the Royal for the institutional name.
I can’t remember dino-names any better now than when we had children with a fascination for the science. And so, when the brain started to overheat from the excess, we cleared out through the required gift shop area.
There are other things to see in the area, so we set cap with our GPSand started to explore. In passing, fossil hunting is not permitted with anything less than a second degree. No matter. We did find an interesting canyon filled with irrational tourists, and a suspension bridge, overloaded with irrational tourists unable to count past “20 on the bridge at any time” and a small section of hoodoos, with those same tourists. I believe they travel as a herd, on a parallel trajectory to ours.
We went for a restaurant supper at Yavis, which has been in business since early in the previous century. Good meal. Gave us time to plan the next segment of our epic journey. At the campground most have already left, taking their many, many dogs with them. Our furry companion seems relieved.
