Solbit Just Wants To Be Like Everyone Else

Dear Nicalai,

Hey, guess where we are?  We’re up the creek.  Don’t worry though.  We’re quite happy being up the creek, because we’re camping in the heart of Moab, Utah at Up the Creek Campground.

Our campground is near a wonderful national park called “Arches.”  We go there everyday with our friends Robert & Carolyn and DeAnne & John.  This is a scene that I see everyday here …

If I weren’t taking this photo (with Nona’s help, of course), you would also see me  looking in the same direction as all these folks.

“What are all of them looking at?” you ask.  Well, I’m going to show you …

Here’s how this national park got its name, Arches.  Arches of rock are everywhere we look.  Girl, these are BIG arches, not like the arches of your feet.

I’ve always wanted to be like everyone else.  Maybe that’s because I’m so much smaller than all the people around me.  Maybe because I look different than everyone else. Maybe because I feel so different from others; you know, I have bumps all over me.  Or, maybe it because I’m a dinosaur in a human world.  Do you ever feel like that?  Sort of feeling out of place?

Here at arches, I feel just like everyone else! I’m standing with groups of people looking at and enjoying the same view, and no one stares at me.  We’re all staring at the arches together. We’re a community of admirers staring at great big rock arches!

Almost all the visitors to Arches National Park want their picture taken with an arch.  Me too!

If you ever get bored by all the arches and rock towers, no problem.  You can enjoy the Ute Rock Art that’s here.

The sign here says that this rock art was made by indigenous peoples between 1650 and 1850. Also, very important, don’t touch the art; protect and preserve it.

I’m going to miss Arches when we leave, but, at least, I’ll have my picture with an arch to keep with me.  It’ll remind me that I’m really just like everyone else. Bye! I’m your friend.






May 2017

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  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”

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