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Driving to Dollywood was a couple of reasonable normal-type intercity highways, with one spot where I turned sharper than [personal profile] bunnyhugger wanted because the satellite navigator confused me about which left was the next left. We got there safe enough, though, pulling up to the huge lit sign with Dollywood there in cursive. And onto the four- or five-lane road leading in, just like you get at Great Adventure or other big parks that command special attention off the county roads leading to it. The very twisty road that kept splitting exits off to lead other places. The catch with Dollywood is that its location in the Great Smokey Mountains means there's a lot of mountains around. (Am I losing you?) So things that want to be level, like roads and parking lots, need to twist around a lot, and there's not always lines of sight to see whether you're going the wrong way. Michigan's Adventure is a snap in comparison.

So when we got to the gate for paying parking lot admission the attendant asked what we were there for, the park or the (something) or the resort or what, and I got the direction to follow the people in the high-visibility jackets. Good rule of thumb. Down a half-mile or so they waved me into one of the many parking lots on the side and I grabbed the first spot we saw, there to put on sunscreen and, in [personal profile] bunnyhugger's case, clean contact lenses and to realize just how very hot and muggy it was and how far we were from the park entrance either by the walkway at the edge of the parking lot or even from the tram stations. Also this is a park with a tram, a couple long buses running every couple minutes. Haven't been to one like that since ... well, 2015, I guess, when we first went to Kentucky Kingdom and the parking lot was full up because of a National Gun Nuts conference in the expo center. But for general just plain amusement park purposes ... I guess one time Kennywood gave us a little shuttle ride to the outermost parking lots. But a tram like this, you have to go back to the 80s and Great Adventure for my experience. It was made by Chance, like, the fiberglass carousel people. Who knew they didn't just do amusement park rides but also the rides to take you to the amusement park?

Dollywood, like most parks, doesn't really have Starlite admissions anymore, and it was already past 6 pm on a day the park was closing at 9 or 10. How could this be worth our while, then? And the answer is: deals. Dollywood was offering a package where you could buy a two-day pass for something like $25 more than a one-day pass, and if you think of it as paying $25 for four hours at the park? That's not bad at all, not these days. This was all very close in price to what we might have gotten had we bought season passes, a fancy we keep figuring we'll get to do someday. Had there been a reasonable season pass that could get us into Kentucky Kingdom as well as Dollywood it might have paid out, but here it was not quite.

Anyway we realized we had quite a long hike down the walkway at the edge of the parking lot, and I could see there were empty spaces in the lot closer to the park, the result of people who'd already left. Also, many cars were parked over the edge of the pedestrian walkway, which is guarded only by a white line on the pavement and that's not going to stop someone with one of those SUVs taller than Robot Mode Optimus Prime. So we went back and moved the car, getting as close as possible to the border between the C lot (where we started) and the A-B lot (which we couldn't get to, as it was blocked off by a creek, and a cute little bridge over that).

And now, finally, we were at the gate of an amusement park that every person in the world told us we would love.


Let's continue wandering the Frontier Trail, to see what there is to see.

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Sign outside the Candle Shoppe revealing (not to our surprise) that Rose Stein, the woman running the shop, had died in 2021. It doesn't make explicit why the candle shop hasn't had anything good since her old stock ran out or why the space has been merged with the woodworking shop but now you understand it all.


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Sign explaining what the candle shop/now-the-woodworking-shop used to be. I don't know how a building constructed by Adam Rensch became known as the Hessenauer Cabin. Probably not much of a story there.


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Peeking in the candle-and-woodworking shop and catching a nice play of light and shadow.


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The buildings along the Frontier Trail offer little neglected paths like this that give you neat views that feel like secrets.


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[personal profile] bunnyhugger getting a picture of a statue erected just for Halloweekends as part of a fake small graveyard.


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Here's the statue, looking all ready to come to life and eat your head. Enjoy!


Trivia: STS-41D's launch of the space shuttle Discovery --- its maiden flight --- the 26th of June, 1984, was shut down when the main fuel actuator for Space Shuttle Main Engine #3 failed. This was the first pad abort in the shuttle program, and NASA's first since Gemini VI in October 1965. Source: NASA's First Space Shuttle Astronaut Selection: Redefining the Right Stuff, David J Shayler, Colin Burgess. I assume they mean pad aborts of crewed vehicles, but the book is not explicit.

Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Volume 34: The Ice Man From Iceland, Tom Sims, Bela Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle.

PS: What's Going On In Mary Worth? Does Mary Worth want us to like Wilbur? Why? April - July 2024 I have to suppose the answers are ``yes'' and ``because Wilbur sells''.

After the Camden Park day we slept in right to the brink of missing check-out time. And from there drove back west again. We could have gone more or less south, taking US 23, but it turns out to be a (slightly) quicker route to backtrack like an hour or two along the Interstates, making up in speed what you lose in distance.

Somewhere in northern Tennessee I noticed something weird on the side of I-75, and nudged [personal profile] bunnyhugger awake, promising her this was worth it. It was a couple of abandoned Ferris wheels, crumpled with age and rust, as well as an amusement park-style rocket labelled 'Titan' but looking nothing like any actual Titan rocket, rusted and burned almost beyond measure. [personal profile] bunnyhugger agreed: she wanted to see that. Also: what the heck did we just see?

She did some searching and I can't say whether this is the site she found, but it was something along this line. The Ferris wheels were originally --- well, who knows. But they enter the story of Campbell County, Tennessee, as part of a small local amusement park that sputtered along for a few years and finally failed.

But the Ferris wheels were moved, and the ``Titan'' rocket placed there at the side of the road as a way to catch the eyes of passing I-75 drivers. What wanted their eyes? Not an amusement park; a fireworks shop, Patriotic Palace. There it lasted until about a decade ago when the fireworks shop caught fire, creating just the sort of Interstate-closing disaster you'd think. The Ferris wheels and rocket were left to decay, although apparently a fireworks tent sets up seasonally, marking the location. So that was quite the discovery and a welcome burst of interest on an hours-long drive.

We got finally to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, or at least the Pigeon Forge Metropolitan Region. [personal profile] bunnyhugger found a great hotel, an older motel with every room having a balcony looking out over a gorgeous little river. We would use it to wonder at what a lovely place this was many times over, including for breakfast our last morning there. (She also observed a cat sprawled out on the patio beneath, who just hung out for ages.) We also delighted that the hotel had an air-conditioned scenic overlook with rocking chairs and all. I suppose it faces sunset-wards, a vantage point from which we could see the helicopter tours attraction. [personal profile] bunnyhugger's brain so rejected the idea of going on a helicopter tour that she didn't even know what I was talking about when I mentioned it the next day. Also there was a small porn shop whose sign promised 'SEXY STUF'.

We also had some small side chores before getting to Dollywood, our target park. First was finding [personal profile] bunnyhugger a watch: her fitness watch had lost all power and she couldn't find the charger. (We turned out to have left it home.) You would think Five Below or CVS might have a watch functional enough for the couple days left in our trip but, nope. Did have Bonine, though, and some hand-size bottles of isopropanol, which I needed since one of mine disappeared in Camden Park. I bet you all thought I was silly for carrying two bottles of hand sanitizer on park trips but it paid off when one went off to some unknown destination on some unknown ride.

These side chores slowed us down getting to the park. But we were now ready to see a place that everyone, everyone had told us we would love.


Back now to the days of yesteryear, specifically October of yesteryear, and the Friday we spent at Halloweekends. The location: getting near the Frontier Trail.

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I don't know what this line is for --- Iron Dragon? I can't think of anything else nearby that you even can line up for --- but whatever it is, we're not waiting in it. Granting, season passes, being able to make several visits a year, and spending four days at the park make it easy to not worry about missing something.


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The start of the Frontier Trail, again in gorgeous afternoon light.


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This is, I think, billed as Fort Sandusky, an historic building moved to the park in 1970 as part of their desire to join that ``no no, theme parks are educational'' energy.


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Little spout inside Fort Sandusky where you can not repeat not pot your water.


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We did notice this little mailbox. So what secrets are reserved for the Trail Dor?


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It's operations! So if you want to make your own counterfeit Cedar Point Halloweekends pre-opening safety checklist here's the template you need!


Trivia: Louisville's American Association team of 1889 was the first major league team to lose 100 games in a season. It went 23-111, winning only eight of the last 53 contests. Source: The Beer and Whiskey League: the Illustrated History of the American Association --- Baseball's Renegage Major League, David Nemec.

Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Volume 33: Miss Juice of 1948, Tom Sims, Bela Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle.

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