Other than Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming has little to offer. The bottom half of the state has even less. It is bleak, barren and borderlines boredom while driving across it on Interstate 80. In 1932 S.M. Covey opened up a gas station, hotel and whatever else to attract the traveler to stop. He named his place Little America in honor of Admiral Byrd's camp at the South Pole. Mr. Covey thought it a great idea to have a live penguin shipped to Little America for all to see. Well the bird didn't survive the trip to Boston (surprise!) so in making the best out of a bad idea, he had the penguin stuffed and shipped the rest of the way to it's new home in the wastelands of Wyoming. Emperor (that's his name - he is an Emperor Penguin and the owners were at a loss to come up with any other name) stands in the hotel lobby inside a glass case on a fake block of ice.
Did Dino meet the same fate as Emperor? I checked it out. It was just a plaster model.
Today we face another day of driving just to get out of Wyoming. If we don't survive, we don't want to be stuffed, mounted and put on display...please!