remote cards

As the street winds on you begin to see them. The tip of a tail, the poke of a snout, a slice of green hide behind the fluttering white banners. The bus hurtles onto the main road and there across the river, there they are: Stumpy legs buried in snow, humpy backs arched against the sky, slumpy necks winding through the air in search for food.
Dinosaur Park!
Poised and green, they're staring at you staring at them. You look for a week for the entrance but none exists. Between you, there is only the river and the deep deep snow.

Labels: dinosaurs, lost, places, vacation