I'll just come out and say it; the Royal Tyrrell Museum is for children. It sells itself to children and is designed to entertain children. However, when I crossed the threshold and entered museum, I stopped being a 40-year old (plus) man and became a child. It happens to everyone; doesn't matter if you're a parent or a bachelor, elderly or just able to purchase alcohol, you become a child when you enter the Royal Tyrrell Museum.
Everything became taller, I started laughing at everyone's misfortune, and dinosaurs became awesome. Dinosaurs are always awesome, and if you cannot admit that giant monsters--literally the stuff of legend--roaming this planet millions of years before man was cool, then you are an uncultured philistine. They populate our childhood obsessions, triggering youthful fascinations with science. We owned them stuffed of cotton, transformable into robots, and built from Lego. As adults, writers are instructed to include them as solutions to narrative lags in pacing (not kidding). We fight them or play as them in video games, and they often dominate our box office despite being portrayed inaccurately. And throughout it all, the Royal Tyrrell Museum refuses to compromise. When scientific consensus changes, so do the exhibits. Just recently (like only a few months prior to us visiting), the Brontosaurus was reintroduced as an actual species of dinosaur. The Royal Tyrrell had already updated their plaques to reflect that.
It's difficult for me to review the Royal Tyrrell objectively. I grew up obsessed with it, but my parents refused to heed my pleas, and as friends fulfilled their lifelong goals, I was left wanting and dreaming. I owned books as a child that petrified me, but I still read them. It was my favorite episode of Mister Rogers', when he visited "the dinosaur place." So excuse me as my inner toddler took the steering wheel as I approached the Royal Tyrrell as an adult. I am now a child, this is friggin' awesome, and if you don't agree, then you're a big stupid-head.
I think I even started feeling my hair growing back as well.
I could have stayed all day there, and I'll return just so that I can remember what it was like to have a newborn enthrallment with science. Thank my parents, raised Roman Catholic, for letting their children discover their own path. I found science in the ground through dinosaurs and in space through my telescope. I never looked back. I had questions and found them in the ever-changing landscape of scientific evidence. And even though Hollywood refuses to adapt, science continues to do so. I applaud the Royal Tyrrell for advancing scientific awareness, and looking astounding while doing it. The exhibits are dramatic and extensive. Despite my actual age, I still found an education there.
Also, far be it from me to single another review out, but I want to applaud Royal Tyrrell in regards to a one-star review on Trip Advisor that was written purely based on religious belief. If you can't accept a theory that even the Pope endorses, then I suggest avoiding Royal Tyrrell (and me to be perfectly honest). I won't encourage you to search for the review in question; instead, I'll just quote the Royal Tyrrell's reply in its entirety.
"Science and religion provide different ways of examining Earth's history. Science is restricted to natural, testable explanations and hypotheses. The world-renowned scientists at the Royal Tyrrell Museum have devoted their careers to researching and relating the evolution of life on Earth, and so our exhibits, and all public information, reflect these scientifically accepted theories. Most of the fossils on display in the Museum are original specimens. Casts (exact replicas) are only used when the original bones are too heavy or too fragile to mount. Many of the fossils on display indicate when and where they were found, and the majority of dinosaurs on display are from Alberta."
I couldn't have said it better myself. I glorify the Royal Tyrrell Museum and the people it keeps as staff. Yes, it is a shrine to the scientifically verified theory of evolution (not the ideology you primordial relic), and I wouldn't have it any other way. If I were to offer any criticism, it would be that the unfortunate side effect of climate change (another scientifically verified theory) has rendered the landscape hotter than the hinges of Helena. Seriously, you can walk around and make your own gravy. What few trees left were fighting over the dogs. Thankfully, science has also given us air conditioning, so remain in the museum for as long as you'd like. The only thing that peeled me away was a forced timetable beckoning a drive to Edmonton. Don't worry, I will be back.
Alternatively, you could just visit for the adorable prairie dogs that apparently have no fear of humans. I mean, they are everywhere. read more