Dinosaur Land (A Far Cry from Field Station, in the BEST way possible)

What could be better than Field Station Dinosaurs-- well, not much, but Dinosaur Land in Virginia sure does come close. Imagine if you will, the late 1960s. Dinosaur Land transports you to prehistoric times via the late 1960s and the end result is a campy bunch of statues that mix time periods and throw King Kong in for good measure. These pics were all taken last October during our visit to see Tante in Virginia. Owen had just turned 4 and was OBSESSED with dinosaurs at that time. He still loves them but his passion has quieted a huge amount (is it wrong to say "Thank you, Lord!" here?).

                                
The Hollywood sign has nothing on this glamorous work of art. A Saber-Toothed Cat (not "tiger" as we were taught in elementary school) flanks one side and a giant Octopus and lizardy-esque thing flanks the other. How does everyone not know about this place??

Nothing says Dinosaurs like King Kong. Seriously, I ask it again, how does everyone not know about this place? 

Owen got to imagine crashing mid-air with a pteranadon.

Holding hands with a...... idontknowwhatthisissuppossedtobeasaurus

Getting stepped on by a fighting brachiosaurus while looking at bugs

Getting stepped on by a fighting brachiosaurus while totally aware of what is happening

And mourning the loss of a Tante who was stepped on by a fighting brachiosaurus.

Speaking of mourning, Owen was very interested an tender with the fallen, fanged sauropod we see here.

No comment. This one speaks for itself.

Giant cobras slithered allover the place during the Triassic period. Only the paleontologists at Dinosaur Land discovered this revolutionary information. Owen had to rest as his mind was blown.

Meanwhile poor Ellis, a mere 6 months old during our visit almost became an after-dinner mint for this sixpackabosaurus.

We climbed inside a giant shark and only Tante and Owen escaped. As a write, I am somewhere between the small and large intestine. 

Daddy and Ellis were pretty chill during a show of aggression by the desert dwelling (why IS that cactus there?) saber-toothed cat. 

Ellis tamed him and named him "Ping-Pong Gitelson"

Much like our beastly cat Colin, Ping-Pong Gitelson has deep rooted hatred of Tante. 

It was difficult to say goodbye.