There has been knitting. And spinning. And baking. And sewing. It’s all wonderful, and I’ve even been taking pictures of it (!!). But if I don’t start addressing this backlog of LA Adventure posts, then I’m gonna scream. So hold on tight, ’cause it’s about to get all tourist-y up in here.
Jeff and I have decided that, as often as we can, each week we’ll do one adventure-y thing here in the Los Angeles area. Last time, I posted about going to the Santa Monica pier. Here’s our next adventure.
The weekend after the Santa Monica Pier adventure, we decided to check out the La Brea tar pits.
I was RIDICULOUSLY excited for this one. When I was a wee one, you see, (maybe 5 or 6?), we went on a vacation to the ash falls in Nebraska. 20 years later, that remains one of my most favorite activities ever. I just couldn’t get over how cool it was. So if ash is awesome, tar is terrific!*
I should also add that this maybe isn’t the funniest post ever, because I just thought the whole thing was too damn cool to mock. I seriously love this stuff.
I adore this picture, because I got to bust out my Irma impression and holler at
Harold Jeff “Go stand near tha erl hole, honey! I’m gonna make your pitcher!”
So there’s Jeff, standing next to a tar pit (or, “erl hole”, if you’d rather).
Hey! Know what else? I don’t know why this surprised me, but these tar pits actually…smelled tar-y. I KNOW!!! The whole park stank like hot asphalt: took me right back to Worlds of Fun on a hot August afternoon.
The other cool thing was that excavation is still ongoing:
Nothing was happening that Saturday morning, but it was cool feeling like we were so close to the actual work – not just seeing what had already been done.
Jeff is making good on our “I carried the baby for the first 9 months (err… 7 1/2). You can carry him for the next two years” vow.
Here’s the actual museum, built into the (manmade?) hillside:
The whole top of the building – which is actually a garden-y thing – was carved with a relief sculpture showing the prehistoric animals:
Isn’t that the neatest thing ever? (Yes, yes it is)
Look! Proof that I was there too!
The museum itself was awesome: just the right size, a lab with viewing area so you could see the techs and volunteers at work, a little garden-y thing in the middle, lots of cool exhibits (including a bunch of hands-on stuff). It was really super awesome.
They had several of these signs around – by the active excavation areas, at the ticket counter, scattered throughout the exhibits. Ya think the whole “no dinosaurs” thing is much of a sore spot for them? ;-P
So of course I wanted to go up to someone and be all “So, where are the dinosaurs?”. But since I can’t wink**, I think that would’ve actually worked at cross-purposes to my ‘hey mr. archaeologist man. I getcha.’ goal.
It really is a shame, since the tar pits folks seem like good people. I mean look! A pun! In an actual exhibit!
I wanted to bring home one of this big guy’s thigh bones for Roxie to gnaw on, but Jeff wouldn’t let me:
That would’ve kept her entertained for 3 or 4 hours, at least!
Jeff and I both loved how they displayed all the dire wolf skulls:
This also apparently has some sort of Game of Thrones relevance to him, but when he started to explain I wandered off to try and nurse a giant sloth or something.
So then Jeff set me aright and I nursed the proper thing, instead:
(I love nursing in public. It’s my new favorite. BEIN’ A MAMMAL, YO.)
We rounded out the trip with an out-of-focus picture of a squished penny. You know, like I do:
And that was it. I’d rate this adventure a solid 9.5 out of 10. They lose half a point because Jeff wouldn’t let me buy Simon a stuffed mammoth in the gift shop.
So in summary: the La Brea tar pits are awesome, and you should definitely visit. Definitely.
*Forgive me. I don’t get out much.
**No, really. I can’t. Physically incapable of it. Remind me to show you sometime.