Saturday, June 23, 2018

Pagans and Pterosaurs

I decided to take a day off so that Mr. Ginley and I could celebrate the summer solstice.

First off was a visit to the Cleveland Museum of Natural History to visit the pterosaurs.

I'm not overly into dinosaurs in general, but Mr. wanted to see the exhibit, and I'm always up for something different, so off we went. The collection is only going to be at the museum for another few weeks, so it was time.

Pterosaurs (also/formerly known as pterodactyls) had a pretty good run -- 150 million years. I can't get my head around this, particularly since modern humans have only been around 200,000 years or so.

Until their extinction 66 million years ago, there were over 150 species of pterosaurs, some small enough to sit on your hand, others large enough to dominate the skies. They had membrane-like wings that spread out from their ring fingers, walked on four legs and could take off from a standing position. Neither bird nor bat nor dinosaur, these amazing reptiles were nonetheless a little of each. They evolved to be the first creatures that could fly.

After looking at a collection of fossils and pterosaur models, and interacting with the interactive stuff, we visited the museum store, a requisite for us at museums, where we bought a magnet for Mr. Ginley and a plush owl for me (apropos of nothing, except both owls and pterosaurs fly).

We headed home and rested up for an evening of pagan rituals -- although, technically, the solstice had occurred at 6:07 a.m. While a visit to Stonehenge would have been totally awesome, we had to settle for Lakewood Park's festivities. The idea was to party hardy and watch the sun set. We enjoyed vittles from the age-old tradition of food trucks. There was a drum circle and yoga and lots of people-watching (our go-to activity for the evening). We chomped, strolled and sat by the lake, watching the waves crash on the breakers. Unfortunately, Mother Nature refused to cooperate, and the clouds obscured the sunset. So we left the party before what we suspected would be a disappointing climax.

All in all, it was an enjoyable day off the hacienda. And a swell way to greet summer.

Welcome to ice cream season!

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