Amusement parks (even ones of the “lame” variety) and neck/spine injuries are not a particularly good mix. All the fun-looking rides warn that those with neck/spine injuries should refrain from riding.

This, of course, causes an increase in bench-sitting, which itself is not particularly good for sore spines. Eh.

One awesome thing: the Enchanted Forest rip-off of Frontier Land has Abe Lincolns on staff for you to have your picture taken with. So far I’ve only seen the one, but I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for the shift change. Seeing Abe Lincolns doing that “Evenin’ Sam.” “Evenin’ George” thing that the sheep dog and Wile E. Coyote used to do would really make my day.

Defined tags for this entry: Abraham Lincoln, Enchanted Forest

Today we decided to go to Enchanted Forest, the Disneyland of the northwest. I’m there now (click the gps map up at the top of nyquil.org to see if I’m still there when you read this), waiting for Howie to get off the “best log-ride in the northwest.” Judging by the quality of this log ride, I’m guessing there aren’t any more in the northwest.

Unfortunatly, I neglected to bring my camera. This is unfortunate because this place is fantastically crappy, and I’m not going to want to return any time soon. Built in the 60’s out of concrete, everything has a sort of Jan Svenkmier crumbly/moldy aesthetic. The place is based around conspicuously de-Disney-ified versions of classic fairy tales (one of the seven dwarves was named Dumpy. I don’t recall the other six.), which, combined with the age and craptastitude, actually makes the place kind of cool in an ironic t-shirt kind of way.

Imagine Walt Disney as your creepy “trying to be hip, and not so pedophile-esque” uncle. Awesome.

Defined tags for this entry: amusement parks, Enchanted Forest, fun