As part of our trip to Alberta we made a stop at the dinosaur museum in the badlands. This museum is located in Drumheller, Alberta. It was definitely worth the visit. Drumheller is such a great name. It was named after Samuel Drumheller who purchased the land from a fellow named Patrick Greentree. Greentree is a nice name too!
Another photo fail. I decapitated the dinosaur. Andrew looks ferocious! Obviously this is what I was trying to capture. That dinosaur was about to lose it’s head anyways.
Well… there I am sitting on a baby dinosaur in Andrew’s leather jacket, probably his cut offs, my top and white slouchy socks with black shoes. There’s a look. Unashamedly out in the open even. I much prefer my Champion running shoes with Darth Vader ankle socks. Sometimes I wear my Wookie socks. Much more stylish.
That’s the one thing I really hate about looking back: dress sense. Everyone has those photos they cringe at, right? I don’t have too many of them. I am a “get rid of that evidence” kind of person. Toss it out. Move on. Try again. Maybe you’ll get it right next time. The dinosaurs are cute.
Pterodactyl? I didn’t know that word was spelled with a “P.” Fancy that.
Such a great place. So long ago. You really don’t get how big these beasts were until you see the bones.
These photos so made me want to watch “The Land Before Time.” Andrew bought me the VHS when we were dating. I recently ordered the Blue Ray from Amazon. I didn’t really enjoy it this time. Too much racism. That one dinosaur is a beast. Ducky was my favorite character. So adorable. So sweet. A little superstitious.
“Don’t step on a crack, or you’ll fall and break your back.”
That superstition makes much more sense than breaking your father’s back. Stories always change a little when they’re passed from person to person. Things are forgotten. I don’t think this one started as a superstition. It sounds like a true story. A crack can quickly become a great chasm. Oh, someone fell and broke their back alright.
Speaking of being forgotten, that was one of the worst feelings I experienced while I waited alone at the hospital. It’s not a good feeling.
I don’t believe that God has forgotten about me, but a long time can pass without a significant change in your circumstances. This never feels good, but He does comfort and remind us through Scripture, and really good friends, that there’s still so much to smile about. He also assures us that we aren’t forgotten. I need to hear this from Him sometimes. What about you?
“God is not unjust; He will not forget your work and the love you have shown Him as you have helped His people and continue to help them.”Hebrews 6:10