|Pterosaur World would be more accurate.|
Recently, the Tumbleweeds went back in time a few million years, to stroll among prehistoric creatures in the Kentucky forest.
I took a least 2.7 times eleventy pictures, so I'm going to break up this exciting visit and today's post is only going to concentrate on Pterodactyls. Because I love them.
Here at Confessions of a Tumbleweed, I like to be facty when I can, so I have to start with this:
I know that I am using the term Pterodactyl incorrectly. Pterodactyls are a subset of the order that is pterosaur. But I like the word Pterodactyl. And not only that, I capitalize it on purpose even though it shouldn't be while at the same time I refuse to capitalize internet.
I'm such a rebel.
I fell in love with Pterodactyls from the first moment I saw them as a kid on that Sid and Marty Krofft documentary tv show from the '70s, Land of the Lost.
Also I can make the most
We have passed Dinosaur World in Cave City, KY several times; it's right off of I-65 in the south west part of the state. In fact, in the last month it seems as if we were on that stretch of road 47∛ times.
Sometimes it happens that way. We get stuck in a worm-hole of sameness: pick up a load at point A. Deliver to point B. Then deliver from point B and go back to point A. Then again.
It was inevitable, after seeing the billboards so often, that we made the time to visit Dinosaur World. And I'm glad we did.
I *really* like Pterodactyls.
I ordered this cake the last year when we were home about a month after Himself's birthday.
The bakery in our town has the best birthday cakes ever--the frosting hurts your teeth it's so good--and the elderly baker wrote down my order with such aplomb, that you would think the tiny Wyoming bakery got orders for Pterodactyl cakes all the time.