Day 3: May 19, 2006
Got up, left motel 8 or super 8 or whatever the hell it is called here. Went to the Royal Tyrell Museum. Mocked it being "royal" for a little while. The signs to the museum were poorly marked. Fortunately we only got lost once and figured it out and how to get there pretty fast.
The museum itself is fairly nice. Not as impressive as I was expecting but nothing to sniff at either. They had live animals, a tarantula, some cockroaches, and an impressive living garden, with huge koi, set up to look like what the cretaceous would have looked like. A lot of their displays had old or inaccurate data, and many of their statues had horrible posture– tails were dragging and heads were up, *sigh* If you have been unfortunate enough to hear it I have quite a rant about poor dinosaur posture in "scientific" settings where they are supposed to bring you the "correct" information. Although I must give them some room for error as five years at the Museum of the Rockies gave me a good idea what a pain in the ass fixing and/or changing displays can be.
Then we left and took highway 1 back through Calgary– this time through the downtown. Having experienced the edge of Calgary during rush hour we had planned in advance for this misfortune. We got there at about 2– before rush hour. It was still hectic but not as bad as it could have been.
We made it through Calgary and lived. We did dub Calgary "Crazy Town" and highway 1 as "Pschizo Road," as they were. So we survived Pschizo Road in Crazy Town.
Oh the beauty of mountains. The beauty of the Rocky Mountains. After the plains they almost make me weep in relief and gratitude. I am a mountain girl.
Woohoo! We just saw an undercover cop shoot after a joy rider on a bike. I am glad Tracy likes the speed limits. Here it is about 110Km. Most people are going at 120+. We were curious what it would take for someone to get pulled over for here as speeding is apparently isn’t enough. From what we just saw, joyridding, is what’ll getcha.
Mountains make me happy. Have I mentioned that.
The museum itself is fairly nice. Not as impressive as I was expecting but nothing to sniff at either. They had live animals, a tarantula, some cockroaches, and an impressive living garden, with huge koi, set up to look like what the cretaceous would have looked like. A lot of their displays had old or inaccurate data, and many of their statues had horrible posture– tails were dragging and heads were up, *sigh* If you have been unfortunate enough to hear it I have quite a rant about poor dinosaur posture in "scientific" settings where they are supposed to bring you the "correct" information. Although I must give them some room for error as five years at the Museum of the Rockies gave me a good idea what a pain in the ass fixing and/or changing displays can be.
Then we left and took highway 1 back through Calgary– this time through the downtown. Having experienced the edge of Calgary during rush hour we had planned in advance for this misfortune. We got there at about 2– before rush hour. It was still hectic but not as bad as it could have been.
We made it through Calgary and lived. We did dub Calgary "Crazy Town" and highway 1 as "Pschizo Road," as they were. So we survived Pschizo Road in Crazy Town.
Oh the beauty of mountains. The beauty of the Rocky Mountains. After the plains they almost make me weep in relief and gratitude. I am a mountain girl.
Woohoo! We just saw an undercover cop shoot after a joy rider on a bike. I am glad Tracy likes the speed limits. Here it is about 110Km. Most people are going at 120+. We were curious what it would take for someone to get pulled over for here as speeding is apparently isn’t enough. From what we just saw, joyridding, is what’ll getcha.
Mountains make me happy. Have I mentioned that.
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