Another interactive spot for the kids was the bone dig. They had some kind of sandy material in which they'd put some fake bones, and the kids could don construction gear and grab brushes to "discover" them.
All of the people who ran each part of the exhibit seemed to be having as much fun as the kids. The lady in the far right in the first "dig" photo (above) was so enthusiastic when a bone would be discovered (even though it's probably the umpteenth time this weekend it's been discovered!). The woman who ran the ice age trivia game (at which I won a rubber bracelet and a mammoth temporary tattoo....okay, everybody got one, but I still felt like a winner) was most helpful with the questions, nodding her head or shaking it as she asked each. I told her she was no Alex Trebec, but she was having fun, and she helped make it fun for us. The lady who was helping with the sloth race (in which you could put on a furry suit and roll on the ground and run on all fours) actually got down on the floor and rolled in an attempt to get Zack to participate. He still declined, but I thanked her for "throwing herself into it for us."
I don't recall ever being in Snowmass Village before. Paul said he'd been there a long time ago, and it seemed way different now. I asked him if there were still mammoths there when he'd been there. The part where the exhibit was, the conference center, was on the side of a hill...a reallllly steep hill. Looking down the road meant really looking DOWN the road.
And looking up the road was looking UP the road. I don't know how anyone drives that stretch of road with snow on it (which at that altitude is a frequent occurrence), or for that matter how they walk it. Even with no snow, the grade is incredible, and the thin air doesn't help. My thighs were burning after about 10 steps.
It's really just now spring in Snowmass Village. Lilacs were blooming, and lots of other flowers.
All in all, a beautiful place to visit, but I wouldn't want to spend an ice age there.
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