The road to the TRex Center is gravel and rough, but short.
The museum pops up in the middle of the plains. Kind of hard to believe a classy museum is just sitting out here in the middle of nowhere.
Lots of fossils and whatnot. We didn’t have a lot of time to peruse the artifacts. We got there 20 minutes before they closed.
Herbivores, not just the T-rex.
To lengthen our visit and anger the staff, Glenn started a 2-hour lecture on the new method of excavation that he pioneered from the years 1992 to 2001. Never forget.
The T-rex was such a formidable predator, that he was commemorated with a stamp in the Canada Post. Never has an animal killed so efficiently until the election of Rob Ford.
The staff grew tired of our loitering, so they kicked us out. There was a 3-K hiking trail around the grounds. And they have placards. Glenn can’t resist placards, and we had been driving all day, so walking around and burning off the fat we ate at Dubbies seemed prudent.
That concluded our sites for the day. Since we smoked a deer and lost a lot of time, we needed to get to Lethbridge and the foothills of the Rockies before sunrise if we wanted to get back on schedule.
