Dinosaur National Monument<\/a>, which is the home of the Morrison Formation.<\/p>\nFor Dinosaur Nerds, the Morrison Formation is a major pilgrimage site, not a tribute to The Doors.\u00a0 150 million years ago, it was a river in a semi-tropical wetland near an inland sea.\u00a0 A drought hit the area and the water supply dried up, so the local dinos (some ten different large species) crowded around the water supply till it vanished.\u00a0 Then they started to die in large numbers, and get their carcasses scavenged by allosaurs, the apex predators of the day.<\/p>\n
Shortly thereafter, the rains returned and created a torrent that washed away the smaller bones of little critters but jumbled together the huge bones of apatosaurs, stegasaurs, camarasaurs and sundry other big beasts in a giant heap and buried them.\u00a0 The mud in which they were preserved eventually hardened into rock, fossilized the bones, and was thrust up nearly vertical by the formation of the Rockies.<\/p>\n
Eventually that rock was worn away, exposing the fossils which were discovered a little over a century ago.\u00a0 La Voila!<\/p>\n
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We got there about a half hour before closing, but the ranger took an easy-going, relaxed Mediterranean attitude toward our lingering examination of the fossils and then recommended a nice hike close by that took us to more giant fossils that are just sitting out there in the native rock.<\/p>\n
I was thrilled right down to my Little Boy\u2019s Heart by the chance to see fossils in the wild and, with Jan\u2019s urging (\u201cIf that trail is there and you\u2019re not on it, you\u2019ll regret it.\u00a0 Maybe not today.\u00a0 Maybe not tomorrow.\u00a0 But soon, and for the rest of your life.\u201d) we set out to explore.<\/p>\n
It was a steep climb down and the wind was ferocious in some spots, with stinging sand that forced you to walk backwards down the trail.\u00a0 We found marine fossils (clams mostly) as well as (oh rapture!) a *huge* bone that appeared to be a sauropod forearm.\u00a0 Just there.\u00a0 Sticking out of the rock.<\/p>\n
Excavation and extraction ended at the Morrison Formation about twenty years ago, mostly because there was no new information forthcoming.\u00a0 They found the same 10 species repeatedly and so they decided to leave the place alone as a monument.<\/p>\n
Eventually we saw all that we wanted to see and the sun was westering, so we headed back to the car, drove down to the Visitor Center and picnicked in the parking lot, all alone.\u00a0 Salmon sandwiches!\u00a0 Yum!<\/p>\n
There was a stegosaur statue near the visitor center that was part of a display for the 1964 World\u2019s Fair which somehow wound up here.\u00a0 We naturally posed for hokey pictures and I touched the very tip of the tail, just to say I had.<\/p>\n
Then a guy drove up in his truck, asking for directions to the Quarry (where we had just been).\u00a0 We chatted for a while and it turned out he was a footloose and fancy-free fisherman in the Bering Sea who, when he was not working, took his enormous wages and blew it on travel.\u00a0 So now he was looking for dinosaurs.\u00a0 We steered him to where he wanted to go (though it was now closed, but he would return in the morning) and then Garmined ourselves in the general direction of where we wanted to go next: the Ape Caves near Mount St. Helens\u2013a rather considerable distance from the upper right hand corner of Utah.<\/p>\n
It was a warm, sunny, clear (and windy) evening and we were now well-fed.\u00a0 So we decided to put some miles behind us for a couple of hours.<\/p>\n
We made it 142 miles and then tucked in at a rest area (cheap as free!) and decided to turn in.\u00a0 There were four feral cats there and they kept their distance from us, but Jan, being adorable, poured them a dish of milk, and then another, which they eagerly lapped up.<\/p>\n
Jan and I agreed that since it was such a warm evening, we would only need one sleeping bag.\u00a0 So we tucked in and were soon dead asleep.<\/p>\n
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke to Jan heading for the loo and was surprised at how cold it was.\u00a0 I awaited her return (snuggling back to back is an excellent warmer upper for both parties) but when she got back I felt her sit on the mattress but not lie down.\u00a0 She kind of leaned over me to see if I was awake and I asked her what was up.<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cIt\u2019s snowing sideways.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I got my glasses and looked out the window.\u00a0 It was a blizzard out there and the snow was already piling up.\u00a0 And it was that very dry, powdery kind of snow that says, \u201cBRRRRR!\u201d especially in that fierce wind.<\/p>\n
She said, \u201cIt\u2019s 4:20 AM.\u00a0 You wanna put on some miles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s get the hell out of here!\u201d said I.\u00a0 I had no desire to be trapped in a rest area in the middle of nowhere.<\/p>\n
So we piled out of the van, threw all the stuff from the front seats on our mattress and headed off into the pitch dark of the Utah desert roads, with snow blowing heavily in our headlights.<\/p>\n
As we drove, I found that I was longing for home and the more we drove, the more I just wanted to keep going till we got home.\u00a0 Garmin declared infallibly that we were 1053 miles from our own nice, warm beds and that sounded increasingly lovely as we went.<\/p>\n
We passed close to Salt Lake City (Jan really wanted to see the Great Salt Lake and salt flats, which she tantalizingly did, but never managed to get a decent picture of it, as far as I know).\u00a0 Our car very reliably got about 400 miles per tank of gas and the coolant system, which had given us such a scare in Zion, never flagged.<\/p>\n
We spelled each other on the drive, listening to Vox Libra freebie recordings of The Princess and the Goblin<\/em> by George MacDonald.\u00a0 When Jan drove I slept or scribbled things on the computer or played music.\u00a0 After sufficient sleep, I was ready for a good long spell of driving and Jan was ready for a nap.<\/p>\nIt was fascinating to watch the land slowly evolve from Utah into Idaho.\u00a0 Increasingly, it reminded me of the Palouse around Walla Walla.\u00a0 We passed into Idah0 and kept descending in enormous curving swoops till we came down out of the last of the Rocky foothills and into the Snake River area.<\/p>\n
I proposed to Jan that we skip the Ape Caves (which we were not going to reach till dusk anyway) and press on to home.\u00a0 She was amused, but she agreed to it.\u00a0 But she asked if we could still parallel the Columbia instead of shortcutting up to Yakima and over I-90 and I said of course.<\/p>\n
The Columbia is, if memory serves, the second mightiest river system in the US after the Mississippi.\u00a0 We fetched up with it (on the Oregon side) and paralleled it for a couple hundred miles, nearly to Portland.\u00a0 It is now a series of lakes due to the colossal system of dams that FDR built to water and electrify the Pacific Northwest.\u00a0 But much of the land is very similar to what Lewis and Clark saw when they came down it two centuries ago.\u00a0 It was, like so much of what we saw, beautiful\u2013and enormous.\u00a0 Also, dams\u2013especially Bonneville\u2013were impressive, though not as impressive as Hoover Dam or the Grand Coulee Dam (\u201cmightiest thing ever built by a man!\u201d according to Woody Guthrie).<\/p>\n
There were also beautiful waterfalls on the great basalt cliffs on the Oregon side.\u00a0 Don\u2019t know their names, but they drifted in the wind as they fell and looked like lacey kerchiefs in the westering sun.\u00a0 So pretty.<\/p>\n
As we closed in on Portland I felt increasingly like Samwise entering Ithilien after having spent time in the desolation before the Morannon.\u00a0 Don\u2019t get me wrong.\u00a0 I enjoyed the beauty of the desert but, well, there\u2019s no place like home and coming into the Cascadia ecozone that runs from British Columbia, through western Washington and down into the Willamette Valley was an exquisite and joyous blessing.\u00a0 It was wonderful to see the first road sign mentioning Seattle after two weeks and when we took the exit for I-5 and headed north, crossing the Columbia into Washington, my heart gave a leap.<\/p>\n
We drove the 177 miles in the failing light with light hearts ourselves.\u00a0 I felt better and better about skipping the Ape Caves since it was dusk and we would have had to sleep another night in the car to see them in the morning.\u00a0 We posted the home front on FB that we were on the way, so we didn\u2019t walk into some desperate scramble to fix the place up.\u00a0 But as it happened, our very good kids had just naturally taken care of the home while were gone.<\/p>\n
Weird.\u00a0 It appears we raised them right.<\/p>\n
Anyway we got in at 10ish, having driven 1053 miles since 4:20 AM (and that didn\u2019t count the fact that we drove back in time by crossing from Mountain to Pacific time).\u00a0 Every sight along the way, especially after we hit Olympia, was a thrill because we knew it like the back of our hands.\u00a0 This was Home!\u00a0 There\u2019s JBLM!\u00a0 And the Tacoma Dome!\u00a0 And the good old traffic mess near it!\u00a0 And Seatac!\u00a0 And Renton!\u00a0 And Seattle!\u00a0 And the express lanes!\u00a0 And Lake City!\u00a0 And Northgate!\u00a0 And Shoreline!\u00a0 And Snohomish County!\u00a0 And dear, sweet Home!<\/p>\n
And it only took 5161.1 miles to get there!\u00a0 Oh Aunty Em!\u00a0 There\u2019s no place like Home!<\/p>\n
We were bushed, but we also wanted to catch up with Pete and Sean and tell some of our adventures.\u00a0 Sean had driven with friends to Red Rock Amphitheatre in Denver last year, so he knew some of the places we\u2019d been (and recommended Arches to us).\u00a0 We were surprisingly energized once we got talking and didn\u2019t actually get to bed till midnight.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not really clear how to sum up a tale of journeying like this.\u00a0 I Learned Some Things to be sure.\u00a0 But mostly what I did was experience some things.\u00a0 What it all means I may fill in later.\u00a0 But right now my abiding impressions are simply the sights and smells and sounds that come flooding back to me when I think about it.<\/p>\n
I remember, at one point, driving through a huge open space, I\u2019m not sure where (there are a colossal number of Huge Open Spaces in the American West) and I looked up at the vast sky stretching in all directions unbounded and studded with a lot of small white clouds stuck to the blue like cotton.\u00a0 It looked like Freedom itself painted before me and I suddenly found myself gasping out tears just for the beauty of the place.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t tell you why it affected me so strongly.\u00a0 It just did. Another place, near Lake Powell, presented me with a sight of the red high desert at sunset that I will associate with Ray Bradbury\u2019s Mars till the day I die. I didn\u2019t think about it or analyze it.\u00a0 I just went through it: an experience, not an idea.<\/p>\n
Much of the journey still affects me that way.\u00a0 I\u2019m very glad we did it and I hope we have further adventures one of these days (and quite an exciting one may be coming up next year or so).\u00a0 But at present, I\u2019m still kind of digesting this one and trying to wrap my head around the immensity of all we have seen and, well, experienced.\u00a0 I hope you\u2019ve enjoyed it as much as we did and I\u2019m glad we got to share it with you.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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