On the same hike where I found the shark tooth, I walked to a hill top where you could overlook the city of Denver. I looked down at my feet, and found a quarter dated 1898. I always imagine someone in 1898 walking up that same hill, looking over Denver, and then wondering where his quarter went.
The front range in Colorado seems to have been a migration path for dinosaurs walking along the edge of the Gulf of Mexico. I was hiking in a place in the front range and stopped at a ledge overlooking a valley below. On a rock in front of me I saw a dent which collected rain water, and had a puddle of water in it. Then I saw another like it. Then I realized they weren't just dents in the rock, they were footprints. I found two more, and realized that if we were standing here enjoying the view at the same time, I would be directly underneath a big sauropod.
