Bear with me, I'm a little punch-drunk tired from a weird night of odd experiences which I call "Playing the elbow." I'll tell you why shortly.
Missy, Rachel and I are all a little tired. We had an interesting evening last night and trip home.
So first, the crucial details. We were away this weekend with our girl Rachel, finally delivering on a much overdue birthday present (her birthday was back in January). We took her away for the weekend to go to Knoebel's, an old-time amusement park, that's in Pennsylvania. It's pretty far from us, about 4 hours by car.
Friday night I hopped on hotels.com's app to find us a room for saturday night. After some dinking around I got one in a little town called Frackville, about 20 miles away from the park.
We drove up early to the park. I should say, Missy drove. She had me & Rachel in pull-ups, and wanted us both little for the trip. We stopped at a restaurant Missy really likes along the way, and made good time getting there.
We had a great time in the park. It's pretty terrific. It's radically different from mainstream amusement parks. It's kind of like a county fair on steroids. Some of the attractions (the roller coasters especially) are top notch, comparable to anything you'd go on at something bigger and pricier, like King's Dominion or Six Flags.
But the park is old and has a different vibe. (This is a positive, not a negative.) It's got a distinctly, um, Appalachian feel to it. I don't mean this in a derogatory or value-judging way at all.
It means there are a lot of differences.
For one, there are trees everywhere. I didn't wear sunscreen (shush, it worked out okay), and instead shade-hopped, and stayed largely unburnt, getting just a bit of color.
For another, people were polite and easygoing in that way people act in small southern towns. Plenty of please, thank you, and be-my-guest, from park staff and patrons alike.
The food was pretty good, too. It ranged from traditionally shitty crap to places that actually had healthy choices and decent quality. We had awesomely good baked potatoes from one stand, and sat with some folks that had pizza-made-from-scratch that looked really good. There's a sit-down legitimate full on restaurant there too that I want to try next time.
Maybe best of all, many of the rides are just like something at a fair. It doesn't cost a thing to get in, or to park. Instead, you buy ticket books, and give tickets to the ride attendant as you get on. Rides range from $1.00 to $3.00 to go on, depending on how "high-ticket" they are.
This is awesome. It has several net effects. Ride lines are manageable. Even some of the big, big stuff we did, like the Haunted Mansion, barely had more than a 10 minute wait. It also means that your park day winds up being really, really cheap. I went on at least seven things, as did Missy and Rachel too, and I think we spent maybe $50 total in tickets, some of which we still have. (And which by the way never expire.)
Where things got weird was when we left the park.
First off we skirted the edges of Centralia, Pennsylvania, as we left, taking a back way, because of my GPS app. Centralia is an abandoned, condemned coal mining town which has had an underground coal-fire burning since 1962.
When we got to Frackville, I discovered that some combination of my own fumble-fingering and an app glitch had booked our hotel room for Friday night and not Saturday night, and that the hotel was full-up and we were not getting a room there. (Side note, I also was not able to get a refund from the hotel, nor from hotels.com. So I'm out $70 and they're out me as a customer.) Loads of folks in the lobby were also getting turned away, so I had that in mind as we figured out what to do next.