People say that one should avoid ever meeting their idols, for your perceived idea of who they are and what kind of a person they are, often differs greatly from reality.
I would hardly consider the town of Drumheller, Alberta, Canada as my "idol", nor even in the Top Ten of places to ever visit in my life. However, the idea of learning shit, especially about dinosaurs, brings out the young boy in me.
I've driven, or ridden rather, through Drumheller, Alberta, two or three times in my life. I've always wanted to stop and explore, but my travel companions never shared my enthusiasm on the matter. So when the opportunity came for me to travel through the town once again, flying solo this time, on my way to British Columbia for a friends wedding, I jumped at the chance to stop in the town that had always eluded me before.
Drumheller is said to be one of the largest beds of dinosaur fossils in the world. A reputation that is not lost on this town. Dinosaurs can be seen depicting all sorts of colour schemes and elaborate poses on almost every street corner. Wild colours that would hardly make these ancient creatures blend into the jungle background that once existed in this territory. The woman at the gift shop was very informative when I was perusing her inventory of authentic fossils and other trinkets. "This whole area," she told me, "Was once underwater and this creature..."
I've driven, or ridden rather, through Drumheller, Alberta, two or three times in my life. I've always wanted to stop and explore, but my travel companions never shared my enthusiasm on the matter. So when the opportunity came for me to travel through the town once again, flying solo this time, on my way to British Columbia for a friends wedding, I jumped at the chance to stop in the town that had always eluded me before.
Drumheller is said to be one of the largest beds of dinosaur fossils in the world. A reputation that is not lost on this town. Dinosaurs can be seen depicting all sorts of colour schemes and elaborate poses on almost every street corner. Wild colours that would hardly make these ancient creatures blend into the jungle background that once existed in this territory. The woman at the gift shop was very informative when I was perusing her inventory of authentic fossils and other trinkets. "This whole area," she told me, "Was once underwater and this creature..."
She pointed to a large fossilized head, approximately 4 feet by about 2 feet in size, perched atop a grand display, "Swam in that body of water. They grew to be about 60 feet in length, but this skull belonged to an adolescent." Intrigued by her spiel, I purchased a fossilized tooth that stood prominently out of the stone it was rested in, which I will display prominently upon my mantle when I return home.
In all honesty, I didn't know what to expect from Drumheller. I knew people must've lived here, but I never realized just how bustling the town actually is. They have all sorts of shit in this town, including a large furniture franchise (The Brick), a Canadian Tire and even a large lumber yard. I was pleasantly shocked. On the surface, Drumheller seems like a sweet little town. What lies underneath is a completely different story.
Nothing sinister, mind you, just swindling. Because Drumheller is such a destination spot for tourism, I feel that some of the local merchants may be taking liberties with the economy. I visited four (4) different restaurants before I was able to locate one whose prices weren't a blatant gouge on the visiting tourists. The first , was a restaurant called Sublime. Bells should have sounded off in my head when, at dinner time, nobody was in the restaurant. Then I saw the menu and alarms really did go off in my head. I've had the privilege of dining in a few fancy restaurants where the prices were quite high, but you paid for the experience and the ambiance, as well as the well-crafted food. Sublime was a hollowed out old house, the walls clad in baby puke green and black and was poorly lit, despite the sun shining through the dusty windows. I quickly made up an excuse and made my exit. Pork chops were priced at $40. No f*cking thank you.
Next was Dairy Queen. I figured I'd opt for a fast food chain. Decent food for a reasonable price. NOPE!! I questioned the woman behind the counter on why the prices were SO outrageous. "Eight dollars for a cheeseburger? Add four bucks if I want fries and a drink? Are you kidding?" She was Asian, fresh off the boat, I suspect as she had no f*cking clue what I'd just said. "Eat in or take out?" she repeated.
The owner or manager or whatever the f*ck he was, looked up from his newspaper and called out from his table in the empty dining room. I don't know what he said. It was broken English, interrupted by the loud freezer behind the counter. "I'm from Saskatchewan and the prices aren't THIS expensive. Is this a Drumheller thing? Hike up the prices for the tourists?"
"We get from Hea- Office. You no like. You go back to Saskatchee-ahn." I remarked that their pricing was horse shit and once more, made my way out the door. The restaurant next door, was empty. I drove down the street and noticed restaurant after restaurant had empty parking lots. Finally, I came upon the McDonald's and the parking lot was full. I reluctantly went inside and the place was bustling with a constant hum of conversation from the dining room. Pricing was the same as it was at home, so it made sense why Rotten Ronnie's was so popular.
Grabbed my shit and headed back to my hotel, where I came upon a "lovely" fella in the parking lot who accused me of trying to hit his truck with the door of mine. "Sorry." I said, moving out of the way, "I'll move to the other side."
"WHAT did you say?!?" he asked angrily. "Did you call it a piece of shit?"
"No," I said, concerned with the sudden escalation, "I was just ---"
"It may be a piece of shit, but at least it's paid for! I hate you chicken shit bastards who utter shit under your breath but don't have the balls to back it up!!"
In all honesty, I didn't know what to expect from Drumheller. I knew people must've lived here, but I never realized just how bustling the town actually is. They have all sorts of shit in this town, including a large furniture franchise (The Brick), a Canadian Tire and even a large lumber yard. I was pleasantly shocked. On the surface, Drumheller seems like a sweet little town. What lies underneath is a completely different story.
Nothing sinister, mind you, just swindling. Because Drumheller is such a destination spot for tourism, I feel that some of the local merchants may be taking liberties with the economy. I visited four (4) different restaurants before I was able to locate one whose prices weren't a blatant gouge on the visiting tourists. The first , was a restaurant called Sublime. Bells should have sounded off in my head when, at dinner time, nobody was in the restaurant. Then I saw the menu and alarms really did go off in my head. I've had the privilege of dining in a few fancy restaurants where the prices were quite high, but you paid for the experience and the ambiance, as well as the well-crafted food. Sublime was a hollowed out old house, the walls clad in baby puke green and black and was poorly lit, despite the sun shining through the dusty windows. I quickly made up an excuse and made my exit. Pork chops were priced at $40. No f*cking thank you.
Next was Dairy Queen. I figured I'd opt for a fast food chain. Decent food for a reasonable price. NOPE!! I questioned the woman behind the counter on why the prices were SO outrageous. "Eight dollars for a cheeseburger? Add four bucks if I want fries and a drink? Are you kidding?" She was Asian, fresh off the boat, I suspect as she had no f*cking clue what I'd just said. "Eat in or take out?" she repeated.
The owner or manager or whatever the f*ck he was, looked up from his newspaper and called out from his table in the empty dining room. I don't know what he said. It was broken English, interrupted by the loud freezer behind the counter. "I'm from Saskatchewan and the prices aren't THIS expensive. Is this a Drumheller thing? Hike up the prices for the tourists?"
"We get from Hea- Office. You no like. You go back to Saskatchee-ahn." I remarked that their pricing was horse shit and once more, made my way out the door. The restaurant next door, was empty. I drove down the street and noticed restaurant after restaurant had empty parking lots. Finally, I came upon the McDonald's and the parking lot was full. I reluctantly went inside and the place was bustling with a constant hum of conversation from the dining room. Pricing was the same as it was at home, so it made sense why Rotten Ronnie's was so popular.
Grabbed my shit and headed back to my hotel, where I came upon a "lovely" fella in the parking lot who accused me of trying to hit his truck with the door of mine. "Sorry." I said, moving out of the way, "I'll move to the other side."
"WHAT did you say?!?" he asked angrily. "Did you call it a piece of shit?"
"No," I said, concerned with the sudden escalation, "I was just ---"
"It may be a piece of shit, but at least it's paid for! I hate you chicken shit bastards who utter shit under your breath but don't have the balls to back it up!!"
I was confused and I'm sure it showed on my face. "SIR!!! I merely said I'd get out of your wa---"
He didn't want to hear any of it. Got in his truck and f*cked off. Now I'm paranoid that my truck is going to get keyed by this angry f*ck, as it's parked way on the other side from where my room is located.
He didn't want to hear any of it. Got in his truck and f*cked off. Now I'm paranoid that my truck is going to get keyed by this angry f*ck, as it's parked way on the other side from where my room is located.
I'm going to get a decent night's sleep (I hope) and get the f*ck outta this place early. I'm going to stop at the Tyrrel Dinosaur Museum on my way out of this shit-hole town, before heading on to Calgary. I hope shit improves once I arrive there. As far as Drumheller is concerned, the town will from this day forth, leave a sour and bitter taste in my mouth. It would've been better had I bi-passed this f*cking town all together.
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