About thirty minutes from our house is the tiny Ute Indian Museum, and though it takes only about fifteen minutes to go through, it is a major bore for a four-year-old who's used to the fabulously big and dinosaur-filled Denver Museum of Nature and Science. But, we forced William to go with us anyway, as Cathy and I went on a fact-finding field trip last week and -- all things considered, the little guy bore up pretty well. He only whined a little as Cathy and I went around the exhibits learning about the history of the great 19th century Indian leader of our valley, Chief Ouray, and his charming wife Chipeta (whom it is rumored was a devout Catholic...). And while we marveled over the pretty Indian dresses and the beautiful bead-work of the Utes, William only marveled that he was stuck indoors. He was a boy with only one thing on his mind: tipis. Outside the museum, on the beautiful grounds seven or eight tipis stood ready to be explored. He'd seen them when we came in; he knew we'd seen them. Why on earth were we wandering around a boring museum that didn't even have dinosaurs, when there were tipis outside?? But, finally. finally. Cathy and I were finished looking and Yuyum got to go out and explore.