While my sister and I were growing up, our mom often drove us from Phoenix, Arizona to Los Angeles, California to visit our dad. It’s a boring six to seven-hour drive through the desert with little to do or look at but us kids couldn’t help but get excited to see the dinosaurs at Cabazon, a small town in the middle of nowhere that featured two, towering dinosaur sculptures that served to draw attention to a small, privately-owned restaurant with a big sign that said “EAT.”
We loved those damn dinos. It was just so cool to see these giant monsters standing out in the middle of the desert.
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