Some of you might remember this post about the eternal relevance and coolness of dinos, and the necessity for taking a road trip to document dino things and eat diner things. Well, my friend Brendan and I have begun our pilgrimage in ernest. So far we've driven along the east side of the rockies from St. Mary to Bozeman, and we've yet to visit our first open dino museum. The first three sites were closed for the season, so we were left outside in the cold wind to admire the newly frosted dino statues in near site-seeing solitude. I've begun to wonder whether Americana--with its BBQ's, County Fair's, roadside tourist traps, and tractor parades--isn't somewhat seasonal itself. Don't most American's choose the warmer months to bask in their own shamelessly cheesy national icons and traditions?
Luckily, for us, the answer is no. Americana is not seasonal. Diner's are open year round. They serve chicken fried steak in August as well as October. Those overly well rounded egg based breakfast dishes surrounded by meat and potatoes, are available on warm july sundays after church, and as respite from shoveling snow in February. Most of the time you can even order them in the evenings.
And from what we can tell, the rest of the dino sites on our itinerary are open for the public edification all year. Thank goodness. The dino/diner roadtrip will continue, and provided I find an internet connection, I'll be posting about it here. Great to be back in these united states.
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