Jacob, Ruth, and Helen on the edge of the Drumheller Valley in southern Alberta. In the summer of 1995, we drove across Canada to attend a kids paleontology camp that dug for fossils in the famous Drumheller dinosaur beds. Helen and Jacob both enjoyed pawing through bentonite clays looking for fossilized bone and tooth fragments. On this same trip, we visited the acclaimed Tyrrell Museum of Palaeontology which at the time was the finest museum of its type that I had ever seen. I'd say the "reconstructed" Dinosaur National Monument Museum in Utah is now in the same class. After visiting Drumheller and Calgary we drove south into Montana just in time to witness the death of my maternal grandfather Gert. He died unexpectedly during our visit turning our cross-country trip into a funeral trip. I have enjoyed or endured, many road trips but this one stands out.