After The Brady Bunch visited the Grand Canyon, I convinced my dad that a trip there would be a good bonding experience for our family, too. We wound up passing this place on the way to the South Rim, but my father refused to stop, even as I argued that Bedrock City was of greater geological significance, since it was from the Stone Age. Nearly four decades later, I finally got my way. This would be the last roadside stop in our travels with Samantha, and for me, stepping through that turnstile would be like stepping back in time—into the land that time forgot. A spotted brontosaurus, its green paint peeling, stands near a dilapidated volcano that seems to have been part of some ancient tram ride. Weathered statues of Fred, Wilma, Barney and Bamm-Bamm stand next to deserted stone buildings washed in faded cartoon colors, with the only sound the wind whipping over gravel and dead vegetation. Imagine Bedrock City as an abandoned nuclear test site, and you have a good sense of the place (Todd Oldham captures it brilliantly in his photo book “Bedrock City”). I wanted to linger awhile, but Samantha literally dragged me back to the car so we could get home. Funny, my dad used to do the same thing.