OK. I drive a few hours, have some huevos, take a nap, and end up North of Alamosa just outside the sand dunes. There's a sign for `Colorado Gators', which sounds like a cheezy attraction. I decide not to give them any cash, but I'll go in and see what the scoop is. It turns out they have 600 gators living in year-round courtesy of 87-degree hydrothermal pools at 7000'. Sure enough, they seemed healthy and just the work of one slightly crazy man who's raising tilapia but has a reptile fetish.

Here, my dinosaur meets her possible distant cousins.