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There were a few more things they wanted to do inside and out to make it more ­comfortable.
    “Sounds a little too fancy for me. I have my own roof.” She pointed to the back of her truck. “I just need somewhere to park it,” Dr. Roost ­declared.
    “The campsite is just down there.” Daniel pointed down the ­valley.
    “There are still a couple of places,” Dad ­said.
    Mildred tilted her head as if sizing up the suggestions, then she looked around the ­farmyard.
    “I could park in the ­yard – ­maybe over behind that stand of trees. Hope that’s all right with you?”
    Her overbearing manner left little room for discussion, but Daniel’s parents didn’t seem to ­mind.
    “That would leave your campsite for more guests. I’m sure you’re going to be full up soon.” She jerked her head towards the driveway as two more vehicles pulled into the ­yard.
    “Sure thing,” said Dad, ­laughing.
    They watched Lucy and Jed go over to greet the newcomers. Excusing herself, Mom picked up Cheryl and went back to the kitchen, followed by Greta Lindstrom, Lindsay, and Leanne. Moments later, Dad and Doug Lindstrom had the Nelwins in the back of the jeep and they headed back down to the campsite. Daniel hovered beside Mr. ­Pederson.
    “So this is where you’ve created all the excitement.” Mildred Roost pushed her hat up even farther on her forehead and peered at ­Pederson.
    “What really brings you here?” Pederson ­asked.
    “You,” she said simply. “I came to see what you’ve been up to. Uncover anything good lately?”
    Pederson hesitated, and then answered with a
dismissing shrug of his shoulders. “Nothing much for certain.”
    “You always did hedge about when you were onto something good,” she said, chuckling. Her brown eyes shone excitedly from her wizened face. “Must be something spectacular.”
    Pederson couldn’t stop a crack of a smile. “We’ll see.”
    She fixed piercing eyes on him, but he said no ­more.
    As the two continued their conversation, Daniel felt like an intruder. “Well, I’m off,” he said, finally finding an opening in their ­conversation.
    “See you later, lad,” Mr. Pederson said distractedly.
    Daniel would catch up on their news later. He had other thoughts whirring around in his ­mind – ­like planning his trip to the prehistoric world. Maybe the rest of the day wouldn’t be too busy. But just as Daniel finished that thought, three more vehicles pulled into the yard, one after another. He walked over to show them where to park. Lucy appeared with papers in ­hand.
    For the rest of the afternoon, Daniel, Jed, and Lucy were kept busy sorting the tourists and guiding them on the hiking trails or to the quarry, and taking them to the campsite. Jed and Lucy mostly did the quarry and hiking tours, and Daniel did the horse trails, which he found a little easier on his bruised body. Most people decided to spend the night. Dad and Doug Lindstrom assisted them in choosing spots and setting up their camping gear. In between times, the men worked on finishing the exterior of the guesthouse. Mildred Roost had gone to the quarry with Ole Pederson some time earlier, both of them chatting without any indication of stopping ­soon.
    Daniel guided the Nelwins to help Mr. Pederson about ­mid-­afternoon. Dactyl seemed content to stay in the farmyard. As the trio left sight of the farm buildings, Daniel stopped and pointed to the hills across the valley where different coloured layers of earth were ­evident.
    “Do you see those striation lines?” Todd and Craig ­nodded.
    “Those are sedimentary layers indicating different geological formations. The further you go down, the older they are. The one that’s almost ­black – ­about ­two-­thirds of the way down the valley – is a coal seam that contains the ­K-­T boundary. In it is a white, pasty clay layer that has all the geochemical signatures of meteor impact. That layer separates the Cretaceous and Tertiary