Dinosaur Tracks!

Seriously. A blog about dino tracks.
I just saw another blog about dino tracts in Australia and I thought, "If they can blog about dino tracks, why can't I?
We were visiting Zeph's family in Spring Field Colorado (which is an epic bus trip story in itself) when our discussion of geology ended when Uncle Randy casually mentioned their were dino. tracks nearby. With great enthusiasm (probably only mine) our group of 14 or so people loaded onto the bus.
For those of you who don't know and to make sure you have a clear picture of this adventure, my in-laws own a large, blue with flowers, veggie-oil run bus that gets only a few stares every five minutes.
Our dino. discovery first took an unrelated to dinosaurs turn of the old family homestead.
For reals. The real got-of-the-train-that-went-only-that-far-and-made-prairie-home kind of homestead. Again, another whole story.
We finally began our adventure again. Driving down the road using many a french fry's old bath water we realized Uncle Randy's tour was a lot further than planned. Was that a sign saying "Welcome to Oklahoma"? Yep. And there is nothing civilized to be seen for miles. This was glorious to me never being anywhere in the mid-United States, however, the rest of the family looked a little concerned that the entire day was now planned.

At one point we came around a corner and a tiny white sign read 'Dinosaur Dig'. There was a chunk of earth missing next to the road, so we pulled over. Turns out, right there along the road, they had pulled out the remains of a T-Rex. No biggie. Just a tiny white sign to say so.

Then we continued to Uncle Randy's person who knows this person's house who has the dino. track molds. Now I am starting to panic. "Imprints?" I think.
Man. I thought we were going to see actual tracks. But the imprints were actually really cool and I was quite envious of their collection (they also had a meteor, petrified coral and Native American grinding stones!).

Thinking that was it, I loaded the bus. Nope. Not it. We actually went to the dino. tracks. The muddy creek bed that a dinosaur actually walked in was now exposed. It is unclear, at least in Uncle Randy and Aunt Charlotte's minds, who owns the land these tracks are on. The peeled off layers of the upper sediment that once covered these tracks now sat in previously mentioned yard. We took a broom and carefully brushed the dirt out of some of the tracks. It was the highlight of my day to pretend to be archeologists with the relatives. Since there are many three toed dinosaurs, I have not looked into what type left these lovely tracks.
All in all an epic adventure Although, I think Aunt Charlotte still will think of me as the girl who dragged her to Oklahoma in a large bus to see some prints in the mud.