Dino Land!

Once upon a time, Patricia, Warren, and I went on a magical adventure to a long forgotten place called DINOSAUR LAND. It was the brainchild of a loony, borderline genius man who drives around his fiberglass wonderlands (yes, multiple) in a four wheeler. I imagine he wears a fisherman's cap and sunglasses. Anyway, this adventure included a pit stop at the Pink Cadillac Cafe, Foamhenge (life size model of Stonehenge made entirely out of styrofoam), the Natural Bridge (bought by Thomas Jefferson for something like two bucks), and a zoo where you can get your picture taken with baby tiger cubs. It sounds too magical to believe, so here's some proof. We all highly recommend Natural Bridge, Virginia.

So imagine my delight when I learned that there was ANOTHER Dinosaur Land, only this one was much closer to D.C. For Warren's birthday I decided to take him to relive the magic once more. This Dinosaur Land was the brainchild of a Civil War buff. He originally opened a Civil War tourist shop, then he branched out to include some Native American wares, and finally--after a trip to Tennessee where he beheld his first dinosaur land--decided to add fiberglass dinosaurs to the mix. Spice things up a bit. Here is what he came up with...

A rather breathtaking (and eye catching) raodside sign


Really Big Sea Creatures were apparently important to the integrity of his Dino Land Vision:



Super dramatic (and emotive--look at the blood! The expressions of the felled dinos!) life size dioramas:
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Perfect Kodak moments (this King Kong had an actual ladder you could climb to perch in his palm!)


I mean, what would you do without a lifelike triceratops in the background of your photos? You would be lost, that's what.

Also, slow dancing with dinosaurs is really nice, as Warren proved time and time again.


Not to make you too jealous, but we also went rollerskating at a mack daddy establishment called, simply:

We were drawn in by the flashy inflatable Tigger. Obviously. We were also the only patrons over the age of 5 and below the age of 45 present. Disco a-go-go, is all I'm saying. I have to admit that I had a few Medieval Times flashbacks. Oh, the glory days...

I'm pretty convinced as of now that every birthday should include laser lights and a disco ball.