I posted it before but I can’t remember who to—I grew up on a farm in Ohio, til I was 11. We had a spectacular creek,one of many, but this one was layers of rock, like layer after layer of concrete poured on top of one another. each layer was from a different time period in what had obviously been swamp/dry/swamp time after time. Growing up on a farm, you notice tracks and footprints, whether it’s following escaped livestock or making sure none of your siblings found/raided your favorite berry patch.
I never gave it much thought, just accepting it in the way of children. I walked in the human footprints, which weren’t too much bigger than mine. These human prints were accompanied by horses and dogs. Again, no biggie. At least until I started school and found out there had never been humans and horses in the states at the same time. Ooookkkaaayyy.
A little farther down the creek, where the layers had broken off in successive drop offs, there were distinct—we called them tractor prints cause they looked like the one-two slightly offset treads on our old tractor—dinosaur prints. You could duck walk in them, and we did frequently.
I figured out early on that 1)It was best not to say anything to my teachers, and 2)That rock either formed a whole lot quicker than what I’d been told in school, or 3)People had been around a lot longer than what my teachers said.
Probably why I recognized the muddy, blurry prints in that show I saw as fast as i did.
Thanks for the pic, but the prints in our creek were much deeper, much more distinct. The human tracks were about what you’d expect from someone walking in mud. The dino tracks were deep—2-3 inches. Don’t know what it was, but it was big, and heavy.