Guys, I love me a good museum

The other day I went to 5033 (which is either an address or an elevation-related number or a latitude or longitude number or something related to science).

 It was the Natural History Museum.

Just Me, Mr. Jones and Mr. Italia.

Everything here was to a giant's proportion AKA larger than life.
(I love The West).

Through out you could smell things like dinosaur food
(which you should pass on) 

and Rocky Mountain Juniper (which you should Never pass on).

We could not stop staring.

I bet right now you're thinking, why aren't those guys staring at the mountains and not some wall? 

But we couldn't help it -- they made Earth- related Science so pretty to look at.

Then there were the bones.

So many bones to stand on, look at, pose in front of.

The guys were always having staring contests with each other 

(Mr Jones has a very effective sideways technique). 

Instead of hiking Mt. Timp they offered photo ops where you could pretend you did.

 My favorite part was the Quiet Zoo.

I am so glad I was born during the time of beautiful skull shapes.  (Right now you're telling me that I wouldn't know the difference if I had the ugly skull shape, but I think deep down I would.)

Instead of having a devil on your shoulder, the Ancient American's believed in the polite Lesbian Cowgirl, who'd sit on your poncho and whisper things like, 'Did you really use every part of that bison?' 

Overall it was a delightful afternoon, but we did need to take several sitting breaks.