Badlands? They look OK to us..

So we made the arduous journey from Calgary to Drumheller today.

Badlands, good vehicle

Arduous only in the fact there are no turns or curves on the road between the two cities(?). I guess I’m a turn type of guy and the driving inertia got so bad I decided to get up and make myself a sandwich to cure the boredom and tame the hunger that dwelled within my gullet (”stomach” for those not used to hearing or using archaic words). Luckily the cruise control was working properly and the boys were both asleep so no one was hurt in the making of this show or that sandwich.

Calgary - before I get too far into the next part of the story - was our home for two days. We ended up seeing the town on both Saturday and Sunday night (Drama, sadly, did not make it out on Saturday - something about reorganizing his wallet) and, while Saturday we saw the final concert of a legendary local band, there was very little to do as far as nighttime entertainment goes in Cowtown. This is not a damning proclamation; more a statement of the obvious. If it involves cattle or hockey I think this is your town. It never wants to be, say, Toronto. That’s why they like who they are and why, subsequently WE like who we are as well.

On to Drumheller..

which of the three is oldest? heaviest? smartest?

Cool place, this. I could call it a small town but, considering where two of us come from, this is like Times Square. Interestingly in the short time we’ve been here we’ve already met at least three people who are from Ontario (Mark, who wants our jobs; Bonnie; who gives out cookies and Tracey, who actually used to work for a taxi company in Haliburton). We met her and her sister Penny (long-lost sisters who got reacquainted through Facebook) while touring the Tyrrell Dinosoaur Museum. In all reality we never toured the Museum itself since it was Monday and evidently they’re closed on Mondays (I’ll never get to pet a dinosaur).

Penny, Drama, Tracey, football

While touring the facility we were able to scope out tomorrow’s quarry, the Dinosaur Trail Golf Club. At least 38 people on this tour so far have promoted Dinosaur Trail to us. Their only warnings were to (a) bring lots of golf balls and (b) not have any visible raw meat (if a T-Rex sees it you’re toast). We look forward to the challenge.

Tuesday looks like a busy day so far. In addition to the golf, we’re going to be on local radio here in Drumheller at 7:30 am (Moose FM, please don’t be jealous) and we’re slated to be interviewed by the local newspaper. They are also unconfirmed rumours about a celebratory parade in our honour.

Lastly, in case you’re curious, here are my feet:

(taken from above)