Jumping at the Grand Canyon

I come to sing the praises of jumping pictures.  I'd like to thank this young Asian tourist for inspiring both @Baconlb and me at the Grand Canyon.

In the real world, he may have landed by now.  In my heart he'll be hovering a few feet off the ground in Northern Arizona forever.

Here's my amateur attempt.

 The lack of flexibility and apparent agility is clear.

 And then look at me poo.

 But I feel like a stuck the dismount.

And here's how a seasoned veteran does it.

1. Preparation.  Can you sense the focus?

 2. Crouching Tiger.  Sense the power building.

 3. Hidden Dragon.  Here's the calm before storm of awesome is unleashed.

 4. Facebook profile quality picture.  Wow.  Just Wow!

 5. Post picture pooping.  Great physical feats often end in pooping.

And that's how it's done.  

Field Station Dinosaurs - Secaucus, New Jersey

Ages ago, when the Earth was young and @Baconlb was just a girl with whom I exchanged emails about greek yogurt (Honey is the worst!) via Match.com we each made certain guarantees to one another.  I promised her a lab coat with her name on it.  On our first date I arrived with a disposable lab coat with her name written in sharpie on it.  On our first Valentine's Day together she had earned a cloth version with her name stitched on the outside just like real scientists get. 
Ask This Guy what kind of lab coats computer scientists, the second lowest form of scientist behind social scientiist.
Bacon lured in me with her sense of humor and promises of dinosaurs.  She hooked me with her personality, smile...and her heiney. 

However, there was always a lingering question of the dinosaurs. 
Where were the dinosaurs? 
I was promised dinosaurs!
And on hot, steamy day at the end of May I got them at Field Station Dinosaurs.

TRICERATOPS!!!!!!

You might not be able to tell from the picture, but the weather was hot and humid.  It was weather imported directly from the Mesozoic Era with a hot sun beating down on us and a blanket of humidity to help make us extra uncomfortable.

We set out early in the morning to see dinosaurs brought into the present and I started sweating immediately. I'm sweating right now thinking about it.
But the heat and humidity were definitely not the only things to complain about.  Seacacus is on exactly no one's short list of places to visit before they die.  Aside from the dinosaurs there is the last train station in NJ before Penn Station along the Jersey Coastal line, Jersey Gardens Outlet Mall and... that's about it aside from parking lots.  After Bacon and I parked we were accosted by a young man in a burgundy short asking us to give him $10 for parking.
His approach was essentially 'Hey, Dudes, did you like pay for parking?'

Bacon handed the man $10 so we could get away from the burning black top and we could see the dinosaurs.  Getting into the actual park also involved just as poorly prepared ticket takers at the gate.  C'mon, nerdy guy telling us you were working on getting a plan to get us all in quickly.

Shouldn't that have been done before you got us all in line?  Gimme my damn Dinosaur passport.

And once we got through that, it was Dino Time!

Here I am doing my T-Rex impersonation.

Here's what a velociraptor really sounded like!

There was actually a sing stating Spielberg got it wrong.  Mainly, based on velociraptor size.  The sound has to be something they captured from a cartoon.

And based on my half-assed theme on what was mostly a half-assed place, here's a crooked video of the T-Rex being labeled incorrectly.

Who the Hell has ever heard of Quetzalcoatlus anyway?  And that really summed up our day.  We left sweaty, $50 poorer, and having wasted about an hour of our day to see a poorly constructed dinosaur park.