Every little kid has had at least one, usually an arsenal, of toy dinosaurs. There is an innocent fascination with these extinct creatures that usually dissipates over time, unless you are the creator of Jurassic Park (‘clever girl!’) or become an archeologist on a velociraptor dig site. If you are the latter, you are the balls, end of story.
While in Sucre, we heard that there were two different locations where we could see fossilized dinosaur footprints. Being the 3 and 6 year old boys that we are, we just had to go. “Oh boy, stegosaurus!” Our guide, after sketchily asking us if we wanted to toke up before seeing the footprints (“Oh yeah, the footprints are WAY better with weed, man”), took us on a pretty steep one hour hike that would have proven quite dangerous had we actually accepted his kind offer, man.
The footprints that we finally reached were up on a wall, at about a 75º angle, and were of Brontosaurus, Tyrannosaurus, and a distant cousin of the Brontosaurus. Skeptical, since everybody knows that Brontosaurus is a favorite dish of the Tyrannosaurus, we asked our sketchball of a guide, and it turned out that it was due to the giant meteor (there is a giant crater a few kilometers from the footprints). The meteor, in combination with the high level of volcanic activity in the region, caused the dinosaurs to put all past history of conflict aside and flee for their lives. They stomped through the shallow, muddy bottom of a lake together, and those footprints solidified and were tectonically pushed upright over the past millennia. And then were climbed by two obnoxious Americans. While the pictures don’t give them justice, it was pretty legit. We then left and enjoyed a feast of Chinchuron.