[The very special miniseries continues! See Part One for the official intro and context.]
The B train carried us from Rockefeller Center underground up north to the American Museum of Natural History. Our primary motive wasn’t to search for correlations between the real museum and its counterpart in Night at the Museum. We’ve previously visited the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History in Washington DC in 2003 and Chicago’s Field Museum of Natural History in 2009. Checking out NYC’s own Natural History museum seemed a logical step to continue that tradition.
To our dismay, “logical” though it might have been, for us the watchword became “redundant”. Nearly all its exhibits replicate the efforts and results we’d already seen at the first two natural history museums, not to mention Indianapolis’ own Children’s Museum and Indiana State Museum back home. Many of the dinosaur fossils in particular were practically a Gus Van Sant shot-for-shot remake of Chicago’s own, with entire dinosaur heads, bodies, and placards we’d seen before. There’s something wrong with thinking to myself, “If you’ve seen one natural history museum, you’ve seen them all,” but that’s where we found ourselves. Suddenly we were a family of museum snobs.
I did try to unearth a few new nuggets where I could. The sci-fi staircase in their foyer was the coolest sight in the place.
The ground-floor space exhibit includes this special scale that tells you how healthy your weight would be if you landed on Halley’s Comet and vowed never to exercise. One of these would be a welcome addition to their gift shop for discerning clientele like me who disapprove of the results we find in ordinary bathroom scales.
Please enjoy a few fossil photos that serve as verification that we were indeed in a natural history museum.
Also worth nothing: their parallel collection of dead animals still in their original skins. Sometimes these are more valuable than just the bones alone, kind of like how your old loose Star Wars figures are worth more if you still have the guns and lightsabers that came with them.
And there’s more than just animals at the American Museum of Natural History! We toured the non-animal areas a bit more quickly, but they were given limited due consideration.
I wanted to see their Teddy Roosevelt exhibit and check his resemblance to Robin Williams, but it was closed for renovation. We spent all of three minutes in their impressive ocean life exhibit (see lead photo), but found ourselves booted out — all of us several dozen patrons therein — promptly at 2 p.m. because it was being closed to prepare for top-secret special-event use later that evening. Suddenly we paying customers were persona non grata. FINE.
After seeing maybe half of the available not-closed exhibits, our unanimous been-there-done-that sensation, combined with our exhaustion at traversing the museum’s five floors, wore us down to the point of surrender. We did some extra traipsing from one corner of the building to the other so Anne could use one of their smashed-penny machines for one of her pet vacation hobbies, bought snacks at one of their upper-level cafes, and considered our business there concluded forever.
To be continued!
1. Remastering our travelogues out of chronological order has its drawbacks, such as downplaying our “Fossils? AGAIN?” first-world peeve here. We didn’t take many photos at DC’s Natural History Museum, but our 2009 Field Museum outing contains multitudes of the same dead animal bones.
2. I continued regaining weight in subsequent years and now I’m afraid to find out how much more I’d weigh on Halley’s Comet now. Hopefully not too heavy to ride, at least.
3. For the record, the first Night at the Museum was the best, though we never saw the third one.]
* * * * *
[Link enclosed here to handy checklist for future chapters, and for our complete road trip history to date. Follow us on Facebook or via email signup for new-entry alerts, or over on Twitter if you want to track my TV live-tweeting and other signs of life between entries. Thanks for reading!]