Day at the Museum

Again, while we were in Utah earlier this week, we took the time to go see the Dinosaur museum at Thanksgiving Point where we were staying. This museum has the world's largest display of mounted dinosaurs. It blew my mind. To backtrack a bit, when I was between the ages of 7 and 13, I wanted to be an Archaeologist. I wanted to dig up dino bones, discover new species and be the female equivalent of Indiana Jones on the side. My parents encouraged this interest, and so while other little girls were playing with Barbies and Mapletown bunnies, I was pretending to dig up my triceratops and brachiosaurus. (my favorite dinosaur, btw. doesn't everyone have one of those?) Mind you, I did play with those other things, I just incorporated dino into every aspect.

Picture it: The Mapletown bunnies and bears are having a nice picnic when Molly discovers a weird looking lump. Wait, it's not a rock, it's the skull of a pachyceplalosaurus. And what did Bobby find? An astrodon femur?

I dig dinosaur museums, to say the least. (hee-hee) This was the coolest I've been to by far! Hands on is always great and more info than one can digest in one visit. If I lived closer, I'd have a membership.

A Sea Turtle, dude.