Elizabeth and I took a really great day trip a few months ago to Palm Springs, and on the way there we stopped by Cabazon.
It was sunny and scorching hot, totally perfect.
If you go up in Dinny the Apatasaurus's stomach, there's an awesome souvenir shop with every cheesy dino toy you could imagine.
The weird thing is that the dinosaurs are now owned by some strange religious organization, and they put signs everywhere saying that evolution is a lie.
I don't think they could've picked a much stranger place to preach Creation than inside a dinosaur's stomach.
