Gotcha. Didn’t know if maybe there was some local secret I was missing, like that Rock Springs was the place they had hanged Randall Knead and his partner Buriq ToKnow, and as he pulled the lever, the mayor announced proudly that “[he]'d hang Knead, ToKnow all over again every day for the rest of his life if [he] could.”
'Cause, y’know, that kind of warning would be welcome, I gotta say.
A couple years ago, while Mrs. R was off on a business trip or something, I took my two daughters and we visited Dinosaur National Monument, then drove south and west to Berlin. The park is at the wrong end of fifty miles of gravel road, but what did I care–I had a rental car.
The whole thing is pretty cool; not as impressive as DNM, but neat in sort of a low-key way. Ichthyosaur vertebrae don’t have any of the bony protrusions that a dinosaur vertebrae has–they look like round bone ashtrays.
Shonisaurus was a monster, too–on a retaining wall at the park, they have a relief sculpture of one. I told the daughters it wasn’t life-size; it was too big. But I was wrong. 30-50 feet long. Whale-sized. Wow.
The trip was fun. We started at Salt Lake City, where we visited the usual tourist stuff and a neat car museum, then drove to DNM, then back through Austin, Nevada (where we bought turquoise jewelry), then to Berlin and on to Reno, where we flew home.
Downtown Auburn is a pretty time-passed-it-by kind of place, although the outskirts are standard suburban crap. The Museum is very very nice. Be sure to look around you at the building itself, which has nifty Deco-style fixtures and mosaic floors.
Out back is the NATMUS museum, which isn’t as nice but has a few interesting cars.
A year or so before my father passed away, we did a tour of northern Indiana, stopping at car museums. There are a surprising number, usually an industrial-type metal building with a rich dentist’s collection on display, all very professional. I seem to recall that the Door Prairie museum had a Tucker. If you plan to do it yourself and are interested in our itinerary, I could dig it out of the bottom of the closet.
I think the SL-1 accident makes an excellent poster boy for why Homo Sapiens is not evolved enough for fission power, yet. I also love how whenever there is a need to find a cause for these sort of disasters, “blame it on the dead guy” is always a good idea…