Unfamiliar light -- the early kind that comes with dawn -- rouses me from my tent. Usually I value sleeping in over just about everything else, but this morning I have a mission.
May 26, 2005
JOHN DAY FOSSIL BEDS, Ore. -- My boyfriend and I crane our necks in awe, gaping at the prehistoric muck and all of its odd formations, wondering how it is that we can be here in this place where entelodonts roamed freely 28 million years ago.
We view the bones of the oreodont, so daintily arranged in a partial skeleton under a plastic dome in the center of the trail. What could that truly have looked like, and what did it eat?
July 1, 2004
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