But this week, well, this week my body betrayed its pattern and I was up, moving, and ready to go somewhere, anywhere, before 9. I had time to make the commute to Lincoln. So off I went, armed with lunch, a confused GPS, and a camera.
Nope. I was off duty. As hard as it was, I really, really needed that time to breath. And to be completely honest, when you're greated by two parallel lines of proboscidae fossils marching toward you, it's actually not a terribly hard thing to do to forget that you're supposed to be enjoying yourself.
For example, I was excited to finally be able to see what mammoth teeth look like in different stages in their lives. I know that they are different, but I've never had the chance to learn how. There are six sets of four teeth. 7 were shown in the case so that a very old, worn down mammoth tooth can be shown. Normally animals don't survive until they get that old in the wild, so these are less common, but they do sometimes make it.
"Daddy, where is the trunk?" I heard one little girl say behind me. I had to smile. At this point I had moved on to reading an ancient myth about how the elephants nose got so long. Apparently it involved a tug-of-war match with an alligator. Good story, but in reality it was more of a make-over for a changing environment.
If the elephants aren't enough of a reminder that you should relax, learn, and enjoy yourself for the day, this guy should do the trick.
Meet Titanoboa, the largest snake to ever walk... um... no.... roam the earth. Don't worry. He probably won't be interested in eating you, that's a crocodylamorph hanging out of his mouth. Yum.
At first paleontologists thought they had a different kind of large reptile. Then they showed it to a snake specialist, and Titanoboa was born. Or.... brought back, anyway.
See it? Got it? Good. Let's go back to the fossils that Nebraska actually has a fair amount of.
This isn't to say that there are no Mesozoic fossils here. It's just that they're mostly marine. For example, there were mososaurs, plesiosaurs, sharks.... you get the idea.
As I continued exploring, I came across some stuff that was just interesting. I found the small Smilodon that was allegedly traded for one of the large rhinos back in the days when museums wheeled and dealed in real fossils instead of casts. There was the deer with a baby inside her, a burrowing beaver with aapretty decent sized burrow behind him, and a camel with some bite marks on him from a site where an entire herd of giant camels got caught in quicksand, and enough other stuff that I took over 300 pictures in a one day. I even came across the kid's dig that they have, which has a little guy surprisingly similar to our baby rhino, Justin.
So many pictures, and I wasn't done yet for the day.
About the time I ran into Smilodon, I almost collided with an employee of the museum that I had met at Ashfall two days prior. Once we recognized each other (apparently when you take someone out of the context you know them in, that gets a little tricky...), she offered to show me the museum's collections after the meeting that she was rushing to. Apparently, my eyes lit up at the idea.
Chewed up bone. |
Now, I have to say one thing that I really like about Nebraska: they are the only state to have a highway paleontology program. If you go to build a road and find something, someone actually cares enough to stop construction and find out what it is. Between this and paleontologists involving anyone who finds a fossil worth collecting in the actual collection, I've noticed that there are a lot fewer folks in it for the money and a lot more into paleontology just because its a really cool science, and they aren't afraid to bring things in. Nebraska has its priorities strait; education is up there at the top. They have a lot of fossils and don't need every single mammoth tooth, but when they do request that one be donated, well, people tend to oblige. And if folks come from miles just to watch an excavation from the opposite hill? Even better. A small child finds a bone? Well, he gets to help take it out of the ground. And yet the scientists still get their work done, still get bones back to the museum intact with no more damage than if they'd done it themselves (because if you teach people how to treat fossils, they remember and use it), still do research so that they have new things to teach about.
That's the kind of scientist I want to be. That's how science should be.
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