We took our nephew to the Utah Museum of Natural History yesterday and had a good time poking around the giant building, wondering how the dioramas were made, and checking out the skyline from the roof terrace:
(He whipped out a spyglass to check things out; I don’t know where he was keeping it but clearly he was prepared for the trip.)

The museum is the very model of a modern major attraction, with lots (and lots) of interpretive text—even Wallace Stegner:

He might have stolen most of Angle of Repose from Mary Foote’s journals but that thief sure could describe the West.