Sunday, August 17, 2008

Jurassic Tours

Just hop in this jeep, this man will be your driver, and you will be headed on your adventurous way! We did so. Myself, and a few other humans with no faces. We drove off into the open fields, the park being a new establishment, recently opened to public amusement. A patch of fresh trees hear and there, and quite a load of nothing but space. The guide drove quickly, appearing as if he were anxiously looking for a proper destination to satisfy our customer expectations, but not quite sure of where he should be looking. Nothing happened except a few bouncy bumps and shifty turns, so really nothing at all. Until we arrived at the first encounter, with a beast. A triceratops. It was an instant battle. The vehicle was hurled in a vicious attack from the side, and flew many yards still upright. The guide then assumed the role of protector, jumping out of the jeep and provoking the unusually oversized dinosaur in his own direction, all the while we stayed sat, seat-belts tight. He spoke not a word, and rather kept the straightest face, glaring at the dino tensely. Some sort of fight was duked out, as we watched intently, until he somehow returned safely and we escaped. But safety was found for but minutes, when it melted into danger at our second encounter, the massive and mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. This fight occurred mostly around the jeep, as we endured the experience for ourselves along with the speechless tour guide. He did the "fighting," while we remained sat still, tossed and flipped all around, the jeep getting torn and crushed in all directions. The man fought on, and did not give up, or run away, but stayed in the battle with a sort of professionalism. Before we knew it, the "tour" was over, and the battles were one, and all returned to the start safe and unharmed, physically of course.

It was this new park's tour, so termed. To be in the middle of a fight with both of these ferocious jurassic creatures, and come out alive and safe. A shredded jeep for each party of five or less. An experience one could never forget, and would always remember vividly, with fear and excitement.