In addition to the "short track tour," we have yet ANOTHER tour that we offer to large school groups called... you guessed it... the "LONG track tour." By long, I mean a long, up and down on sketchy surfaces, hopping from rock to rock, hour-and-a-half, do not go this route without the boss, long track tour. Got it? Good.
But it was really, really cool. The Morrison Formation is absolutely full of dinosaur material and tracks, but I didn't realize just how much material is around the quarry. As in, within a couple of miles of it.
For example, the "Cleveland Lloyd Therapod Trackway!" It has two footprints pointing in perpendicular directions to each other (one to the left of Mike's foot and one to the right.) It's almost as if this 'little' guy changed directions mid step, or took a step back that is now long gone from the rock.
Yes, its a trackway...
Maybe he saw something over there he wanted to eat. Or something that wanted to eat him.
The other type of track that we see a lot of are sauropod track ways. You know, the big guys with the long necks.
The front of their foot forms a lima bean shaped indent, and the back forms a circular one. The lima bean shape is pretty diagnostic, but the other one alone is hard to distinguish from another lump in the rock.
And they're eroding out of everywhere around here.
Everywhere. Look under that rock. These tracks form the shape of the foot rather than the imprint of the foot because the rock that filled in the tracks was more resistant to erosion that the sediment that the dinosaur original stepped in. Thus we get the actual foot shape, like a cast!
So there's a problem on this tour.
That lima bean shape doesn't form by itself.
So here, allow me to present monster-sauropod, a footprint bigger than the foot of any sauropod known in this area at the time it was made. Sure, it could be due to the foot shifting or the print deforming before it was preserved. However, there is another one exactly like it over the hill.
Shifting and preservation errors? No longer a likely option.
Somewhere is those hills, a big guy awaits discovery. A really, really big guy.
Now that I'm done scaring you, lets talk about some cool geology. These are called desert roses, or barite roses. They form when there is a lot of carbon in the atmosphere, as there was during the Jurassic. This leads to acid rain, which reacts with caliche (calcium carbonate, most importantly here the calcite.) Then evaporation happens, leaving crystals, which were then later replaced with a denser mineral called barium, forming these... odd structures.
O...K... now lets talk about something I kinda know better.
This is one of my favorite things to mess with people with. Its a COPROLITE! Know what that is? Fossilized... POOP! Um. Excuse me. Scat is the nice word I believed.
Anyway, this particular type is the droppings of a therapod. You can tell because the white in is digested bone, and that's what carnivore would have been around at the time. Carnivore scat is more likely to preserve than herbivore because its composed of harder material. Bone. As a result, we know a little more about it than the herbivore scat. I mean... they had to drop it. We just don't find it often. Same goes for their stomach contents, which actually leaves the question open as to what plants they were actually eating.
No question here though. This guy was hungry for meat, and not picky crunching up bone.
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My Story (Very briefly...)
Lots of people claim that they wanted to be paleontologists at the age of 3. So did I. The problem is, I never really grew out of it. My third birthday party had dinosaurs. Everywhere. I grew up digging in fossil dirt from Aurora, NC, looking for coral and shark teeth. I practically lived at my local science museums (and still do, only now I get to do research, fossil preparation, and work in collections!) When local paleontologists discovered a dinosaur with a "fossilized heart" (no longer considered such) when I was little, I got to meet the man who led the work. And then, years later a dinosaur bone with soft tissue turned up. I was officially hooked.
No longer was I dreaming about dinosaurs. I was actively pursuing the science behind prehistoric creatures. I didn't want to read about it, I wanted in on the action. So I started working at the museum, and finally going on my own adventures. And thus, I needed a place to share them and maybe inspire others the way I was inspired. I have gone from watching fossils be prepared from one side of the glass at the museum to working on them on the inside of the glass. I am a student working toward my goal. I can finally start to call myself a paleontologist.
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