Everyone piled out of the car at the Royal Tyrrell Museum, except for Timmy who was placed firmly in the baby carrier Russell wore. It was a cool fall morning but the clear sky and sunshine promised some degree of warming. They’d all tour the museum first before hiking over the pathways through the badlands looking for their own dinosaur fossils.
When Maria saw the first reconstructed triceratops she was in awe of the size. “Cody, that’s even bigger than the giant bear you scared away when you saved us.” She glanced over to see her brother standing with his mouth wide open.
They wound their way through various rooms that depicted eras and the periods within each as represented by fossils of things alive at those times. Naturally, the kids were most impressed with the dinosaurs in all the
