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Again, nothing much new worth reporting, so allow me to finish off Santa's Workshop. The ride on the miniature railroad took us to after 5 pm, the closing hour; here's what we did in the few minutes we had after that.

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Spotting a fast-moving chipmunk at the end of the train ride.


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Walking back down to the main part of the park at the end of the train ride. The rides were closed now, but we could still get some quick photographs of the scenery.


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Some of the quite hilly area of the park; the left path is nothing but steps, while the right is mostly smooth, with a handful of steps. This is not a park for people with mobility issues.


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Santa and reindeer statues sitting by the side of a walkway.


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Totem pole-like figures of polar bears, elves, and penguins. And on the far side, more ordinary things like snowmen and a polar mushroom.


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[profile] bunny_hugger getting a snap of the North Pole and the not fully explicable figure sitting on top of it.


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The North Pole and a polar bear beyond; it's a good photo spot.


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See? I believe that the pole was heavily frozen, so that it would have this layer of ice condensate on it. (Knoebels has a pole like that which is certainly frozen.)


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So I know you're wondering: why didn't we ride the Santa-themed slide, the park's signature ride? And the sad fact is we did not realize that this was the park's signature ride. We went in knowing mostly just that the park existed and it was really only in souvenir shopping after the park had closed for the day that we realized this was the thing everybody in the area grows up with memories of.


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Last look back into the park, before going into the souvenir shop that's the park exit.


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And a look at the parking lot; the railroad goes the hill that rises above all those cars.


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Oh, and I thought finally to take a picture of the oversized car that the rental place gave us when they couldn't locate a compact car like we had reserved. It's ... uh ... got a lot of engine there. Also it had SiriusXM with the Beatles channel, the only time we've gotten to hear that.


Trivia: Karl Friedrich Gauss was reported to be motivated to work out the Easter problem --- calculating its date for an arbitrary year --- because his mother could not remember the date on which he was born past that it was a Wednesday eight days before Ascension Day. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

PS: When Is Leap Day Most Likely To Happen? which is one of those quick little calendar calculation projects that I love and that attract a steady stream of search engine hits, like, forever.

Happy Leap Day, dear [profile] bunny_hugger, and happy anniversary to us.


So I'm again caught up on events. Let's enjoy a bunch of pictures of Santa's Workshop, then.

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Riding along the train. It travels on a loop that's above most of the park; you can see we're looking appreciably down on the Christmas Tree Ride, for example.


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But there are some rides above it: see the flying scooters and the other end of the zip line.


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The train runs past some scenery that's Western Mine themed, and the conductor gives a little spiel about the miners who used to work the place and this was the first time I've noticed that sort of talk from a place where Old West miners could plausibly have been.


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Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 prop Broken-Down Wheel Wagon: $75 (2x1)


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Mike the Miner, human figure that sits outside the cabin and is one of the main themed features of the ride. I don't remember that he did anything.


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One of the local squirrels, hanging around the train where the conductor tosses peanuts out!


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Looking down on the small railroad bridge and the first big valley of rides, including (obscured) the Santa-themed slide.


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And here we get past the start of the sky car ride that we did not go on.


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The train's final turnaround, at a spot north of the main body of the park and even some of the parking lot. It looks like the hill's been cut to give some space for the train to turn around.


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Driving motor for the sky chair ride.


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Parked miniature railroad car and some of the sky chair cars. Also, the threat of further rain.


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Conductor getting off the train, at the end of the ride, to go off and feed some squirrels. It's the end of his day.


Trivia: Herman Hollerith was a special agent for the United States Census of 1880, working at $600 per year. This was soon raised by $200 for superior efficiency. Source: Herman Hollerith: Forgotten Giant of Information Processing, Geoffrey D Austrian.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

If you have my humor blog on your Reading page, or if you added its RSS feed to whatever reader you prefer, then you have already seen these pieces of writing:

We're coming to the end of the day at Santa's Workshop! Watch for a special guest star.

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More of the construction site for the Ferris Wheel; you can see the Snowflake Maze just a bit above it.


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Sign which, taken literally, suggests that had we come a day or two later we might have been able to ride the Ferris Wheel.


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I am mighty curious what problem this Loading Sequence sign solves.


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The notice that everyone must be seated, seen here through the windows of some construction equipment, caused me to think this is a Ferris Wheel undergoing major renovation rather than being put up for the first time, but there's no way of telling, really.


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Looking down from the vicinity of the Ferris Wheel; those Eyerly rides and the roller coaster are down past the green building somewhere. I don't know what that string of reindeer signs are for.


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Sugarplum Stage, and snack stand, that doesn't see a lot of business today.


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Oh, but here! It's snow! On the coldest day in June! ... Still well above freezing, though.


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It's actually soap-bubble foam, which is part of why the steep and many-stepped pavement here is so wet. Intermittent showers are also some of the reason, and why these people are in plastic ponchos.


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The snowfall is for Santa's House, which has got Santa sitting inside ready to see you, and to have a photo taken. The staff took a picture with [profile] bunny_hugger's camera of us.


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Last ride: the miniature train station. It did not come into the station but you can see the C P Huntington engine there, and the train operator standing beside it.


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Looking back at the train station as we get on the train.


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Western grey squirrel who's hanging around because the train operator tosses them peanuts, like, all the time.


Trivia: Fred Allen's hourlong Town Hall Tonight program was timed to run 53 minutes, with seven minutes allowed for applause, ad-libs, and accidents. Source: Fred Allen: His Life and Wit, Robert Taylor.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 21, 2020: February 21, 2020 Edition, one of those fun single-day editions, even if the strips in it are kind of slight ones.

We may be losing our neighbors. Not the ones in the brown house that's been a succession of noisy, or excessive-pot-smoking, or sloppy, renters in an unlicensed house for years now. We think that house is empty, except sometimes someone comes by and leaves the kitchen light on all night. Anyway things are quiet and they shovel the walks, and don't leave trash in the yard, so we regard that house as just fine, thanks. No; the problem is the other neighbors, in the small white house to the north.

These ones, the family that we had thought were Mormons, have been around a couple years. And it's been mostly good. The wife's brother has a habit of standing outside and hollering on his cell phone, and for a good while kept trying to arrange for his girlfriend to get a ride with [profile] bunny_hugger down here for a visit and that never panned out. Plus there was the time they asked us if we had the spare refrigerator space to hold some tubes of meat, and they tried to give us the tubes of meat as thanks for storing it.

But the brother told [profile] bunny_hugger the other day that their lease was up the 1st of March, and that, like, one of their mothers needed someone living with her full-time and so they all were just ... you know, moving on. He said we've been great neighbors, though, and he was going to ``put a word in'' with the landlord that he needs to find good new renters. Which is a nice thought, but ... well, actually, we haven't had a bad set of renters there since I moved in. But before I did, there was one renter who was there and attracted a crowd bad enough that [profile] bunny_hugger is still traumatized by it. Bad enough that some of the renters in the now-troublesome house, honestly, would not have bothered her if not for the stress of the old house.

So we're in the last half-week of neighbors on the side of the house we see more, who've been mostly quite good people to have around. ... Maybe. It's easy to see in their side windows from our house and what we can see does not look like a place that's a half-week away from being emptied. And the brother is ... well-meaning, we think, but also kind of scattered. I can't imagine how he would get ``we're moving out by this weekend'' wrong, but he's also one of the few people I could imagine getting that story wrong. And honestly hope he has; while it'd be all right to have the house vacant for a while, that's not really a good long-term thing, and a new set of renters is always a risk.

Trivia: About half the world's acetyline production is used to produce more organic chemicals. Source: The Genie in the Bottle, Joe Schwarcz.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur.


PS: A revelation at Santa's Workshop!

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Junior Whip ride --- they don't have the full-size --- that's got the reindeer as central figure again.


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A-ha! So this is the ride we were looking down on a couple days ago. It claims to be the highest Ferris Wheel in the world and .. you know, maybe so; Cascade, Colorado, is about 7400 feet above sea level.


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Unfortunately, obviously, it's undergoing some kind of renovation. If it weren't I might have pressed to ride it, even though [profile] bunny_hugger isn't particularly fond of most Ferris wheels, just to have bragging rights about riding the Highest Ferris Wheel In The World.


This past was a warm weekend. Sunday, as the temperature poked into the low 90s, we braved the melting snows to go to the Mount Hope Cemetery. This is one of the older cemeteries in Lansing --- itself made by relocating bodies from an older graveyard --- and many Lansing-area notables were buried in it. I'd never been there before, even though it's not even a mile from our house, and has among other things the Ransom E Olds mausoleum.

What got us out there was letterboxing. New boxes have appeared in the area since [profile] bunny_hugger was last seriously active. In the Mount Hope cemetery someone had planted a letterbox sequence. This is a string of boxes, each with a rubber stamp and one, final, one with its own logbook. Graveyards are great spots for letterboxes, since they're often places with some historically noteworthy figure, plus many good spots to hide small boxes and the seclusion to let people go messing with them.

This sequence was dedicated to the Game of Thrones characters. So, not really a particular Lansing connection. The R E Olds Mausoleum is one of the landmarks, important to finding some of the stamps. But the boxes are based on, mostly, finding graves with some name that I guess is tied to the TV series somewhere and using that as landmark. It's still a good chance to get out and explore some of the landscape.

Also, it let us discover there's one road closed off. From the looks of things, closed off every winter. Lansing is not noteworthy for its great hills, but this is a pretty good-sized one. It commands a great view of the River Trail and the Sycamore Creek (which feeds into the Red Cedar River). It also looks precariously steep; with a bit of snow on the ground it's probably quite challenging for cars. Of course two of the stamps were along this path, and we had to hike it on foot rather than take the instructions-assumed car default.

Still: we found all the stamps, eleven in all, none missing. And our stamps just filled the final page in the log book. Eleven is a single-day find record for us both, although it's not like these were independent boxes, nor as though any of them were hard to find. We only had one false start where the directions got ambiguous about what path to drive. And, [profile] bunny_hugger worked out, this brought her over her 150th letterboxing stamp found, a minor milestone.

Trivia: Two ships of United Fruit's ``Great White Fleet'' were among the seven bringing troops to the Bay of Pigs invasion. Source: Bananas: How The United Fruit Company Shaped The World, Peter Chapman.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur. Because a little pop math is nice cozy easy reading, is why.


PS: let's see something special at Santa's Workshop ...

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Santa's Workshop does have a roller coaster ... and here it is!


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As we approached the Candy Cane Coaster a ride operator came over. He allowed that we could ride it, even without a child, if we thought that was what we really wanted to do. We've ridden things rougher on the knees.


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And here's the Candy Cane Coaster station, with its striped logo and, as you can see, cars.


Pinburgh is coming. It's moved earlier in July: after hanging out at the end of the month several years, now it's leaping up closer, so that it'll be the weekend after Anthrocon. We have our hotel reservation, made a couple weeks ago when one hotel offered [profile] bunny_hugger a surprisingly good deal if she'd just open a new credit card. She knows how to manage credit cards like that. So that's good.

The challenge: buying Pinburgh tickets. Last year they sold out in eight seconds. It was expected to be tougher this year. The tickets were set to go on sale at noon on Saturday. We had a smaller pool this year, just three people: me, [profile] bunny_hugger, and MWS. We had four people ready to buy, though, as MWS's partner K was also going to be at the ready. Last year, both me and [profile] bunny_hugger were able to put tickets in our shopping carts, but K beat us all to actually buying. This year?

We were up ready, on time, and prepared with everything we'd need. (Player names, International Flipper Pinball Association numbers, and e-mail addresses.) We shut down everything that might eat our bandwidth, other than --- on [profile] bunny_hugger's iPod, a chat window with MWS. And we sat, watching the ReplayFX ShowClix ticket window, waiting for 12:00:00 Eastern and the appearance of Pinburgh tickets under the Reserve Tickets panel.

It never came.

We refreshed at 12:00:00, and again at 12:00:02, and seconds later, but ... nothing.

Happily, mercifully, MWS was there, and got in, and got our tickets. But us? We were completely shut out.

Also, it turned out we were looking at the wrong page. That page, which was the one we bought Pinburgh tickets from each of the last several years, was not where Pinburgh tickets were put on sale this year. There's tickets for ReplayFX, the convention at which the Pinburgh tournament is being held, but that's a separate event. No, the page we should have gone to was at another link, one that appears on that previous page under the name ``Replay FX 2020: Competition Signups''. On that page, for a few seconds, Pinburgh tickets would have been on sale. I understand their wanting to put all the various side tournament on a different page. You can see that even now there's a lot of events, pinball and video game and arcade game an other stuff, available. But, jeez, that's confusing. They needed way better communication of where to go to buy tickets. The ``Buy Tickets'' link at ReplayFX's Pinburgh page, for example, points to the page where you can buy ReplayFX but not Pinburgh tickets. I don't know how angry people are being online about this, but, they have reason to be.

There was a similar problem last year, when [profile] bunny_hugger couldn't buy tickets to the Women's International Pinball Tournament (also at ReplayFX) because we were looking at a page that would never have tickets for sale. And other people were confused this year, too: JAB, one of our Lansing League regulars, spent five hours thinking he had beaten the odds and grabbed Pinburgh tickets before he realized, oh, no, he'd just bought entries to ReplayFX instead.

I don't know what he'll do; he was disheartened last I heard. Meanwhile, though, we've gotten in, although by a more near margin than I would have liked. Still counts, though.

Trivia: A portion of Julius Caesar's calendar reform was setting the leap day to be the doubling of the 24th of February. Source: Marking Time: The Epic Quest to Invent the Perfect Calendar, Duncan Steel. (This was the same time when an intercalary month had, previously, been occasionally inserted.)

Currently Reading: The Art of Atari, Tim Lapetino. So, I want to laugh long and hard at the Atari Mindlink, a prototype video game controller which wrapped across your forehead. The idea was that it could read the small twitches in your forehead to control a game, although in practice, people could uset his for a couple minutes before they got a headache even worse than that given by the Atari 2600 port of Pac-Man. But then I think: you know, if this could have been made to work, it could've given us decades of video game accessibility to people who have poor hand control and that would've been a great thing.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 19, 2020: 90s Doonesbury Edition, finally, getting into the 90s here.


PPS: Santa's Workshop! We're coming near the end of the day.

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Walking downhill towards a concentration of rides. The park is, as the theme suggests, very kid-oriented so these are all rides too small for us to ride ourselves.


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The Eyerly Mide-O-Racer? This was an eye-opener. We knew of Eyerly for rides like the Loop-O-Plane and the Rock-O-Plane. That their naming scheme extended to making the Midge-O-Racer was a surprise.


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And a close-up on their logo. It's the Eyerly Aircraft Company because they started out building cheap planes for flight training, which turned into stationary ground-based flight trainers, which turned out to be good for pilots and for amusement parks. It's not the case that all their rides were named noun-O-verb but it sure made for a punchy format.


I did nothing but comics on my mathematics blog last week. On the other hand, I did it pretty well. Don't believe me? Read on:

Boy, those edition titles really suggest something about my energy level for these things, doesn't it? Well. Meanwhile in the story comics: What's Going On In Dick Tracy? Who's Shaky and why's he want Dick Tracy dead? December 2019 – February 2020 in short review.

And now? Let's look from a high point of Santa's Workshop.

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The Space Shuttle ride in full swing, as seen from the far side of the ride, opposite where you queue and all that.


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Space Shuttle ride coming to its stop and showing off the weirdly complicated plastic covers used to suggest engine plumes.


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The Space Shuttle ride is at the top of a small side trail; I'm not sure it's the highest point in the park (after all, there's wherever the zip line starts from) but it is still quite high up and that's worth taking a moment to pause and look around from.


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Looking down at the mountains around Santa's Workshop.


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A view down the valley and toward Cascade, Colorado, including a very slightly complicated tangle of highway, service road, and side road leading up to the park that threatened to get us lost on the way in.


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Oh, now, what's this ride that we're seeing from the back? ... We'll come back to this.


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Penguins flank the Snowflake Maze, which I believe is a mirror maze but that we never saw open.


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Oh deer! Santa's Workshop has a couple of deer that you can feed.


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Deer giving me a Cinerama widescreen side-eye.


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Darker-furred deer views me with even greater suspicion.


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The deer are going to grant me one last chance to give them some corn and then they're leaving.


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Someone squatting down to give a deer a little chin-rub while they wait hopefully for deer food.


Trivia: Marcus Loew, the ``King of Small Time'' vaudeville, claimed to have the best chaser (final, lousy act to get the audience to turn over) in the business: a bad sculptor who made inaccurate busts of famous people, on stage. Source: No Applause - Just Throw Money: The Book That Made Vaudeville Famous, Trav S D (D Travis Stewart)

Currently Reading: The Art of Atari, Tim Lapetino. Coffee-table book with a LOT of great big splashy full-page pictures of the box art for Atari 2600 games, along with thumbnails showing what the actual gameplay was like, which is not a mistaken plan considering but does get pretty funny, considering.

And then more shocking news. This I got from e-mail from [profile] bunny_hugger while she was at work Tuesday. This is only about amusement parks, nothing as serious or intimate as pets or anything.

But Apex Parks Group announced the closing of two parks, this after the search to find a buyer failed. The parks are ones that I've been to once each: Indiana Beach, in Monticello, Indiana, and Fantasy Island, in Grand Island, New York. All of the rides the parks have are listed up for sale; in fact, that news item was the first bit of alarming news to come up about them.

There's a lot of surprise to the bad news there. First that the parks were up for sale. Second that Apex was feeling insecure enough in its finances to not just keep the parks up and running. Third that nobody wanted to buy either park. Indiana Beach had been run almost into the ground by its previous owners but, by every report, had seen a great comeback under Apex. Certainly when we went it seemed healthy enough, as far as you can tell in one visit. Fantasy Island, similarly, looked in great shape even for a day limited by rain. It's a relief we got to both at least once, but it especially hurts that Indiana Beach closed on us. It's just enough farther away than Cedar Point that we never felt like it was a good day trip, but it was doable, and maybe if we had visited more we'd have seen it as a day trip.

I imagine it's possible something will happen, and the parks find a way to open again. I don't see a logical reason why they would, but it's not like anything's been torn down --- yet --- that I know of. But if the parks weren't making enough money as places planned to open in 2020, how much more can we expect from places planned to be closed? And yet apparently the Facebook page of Fun Spot America, which runs three parks in Florida and Georgia, happened to get a comment from someone saying, you guys should buy Indiana Beach and Fantasy Island. And they happened to have a response saying someone there had a flight to Indianapolis that day. Maybe it'll be something. Maybe it'll just let roller coaster fans know Fun Spot America exists and runs these three little parks, two of which have wooden coasters.

This is not the only park closing news of the season. Clementon Park, in New Jersey, abruptly closed in late September, refusing to let patrons in for a customer appreciation day and cancelling all sales for 2020 season passes. I haven't heard of any information about what's going on and whether there's any hope of the park reopening.

And even worse, since it involved actual deaths: La Feria Chapultepec in Mexico City has been closed since October. This after something that never happens, happened: the roller coaster Quimera derailed. It killed two people and injured two more. In the accident investigation it transpired that none of the rides had been properly maintained, and the local government revoked the operation permits. Allegedly they're looking for a new operator, but I haven't heard anything to say that one's been found, or what it might take to get the park up to code. It's possible this will lose Montaña Rusa, their wooden Möbius-strip roller coaster and one of only three like it in the world.

So. I don't know just what's going on here. But this seems abnormally grim a year for amusement parks. I don't think it's just that these were four parks I knew in person; the concentration of closing news seems like a lot. I suppose the La Feria news could have hit anytime, but all the other park closings feel to me like the leading edge of a serious crisis. May it only be one of amusement parks.

As for us? Well, this makes a much higher priority of our getting to Camden Park, in West Virginia. This has been a place we've wanted to get to for each of the last several years, and we've been trying to find some way to piggyback it with any other parks to be less of a long ride for one roller coaster. (Well, one marquee roller coaster; the park has others, plus, of course, a whole park.) Now, we're probably going to just accept we're going to have to drive the long way there and experience the park while it's still with us, even if the ride can't do further duty. Also, Conneaut Lake Park, which has somehow been doing all right without us, becomes a high-priority visit. I'm also considering whether, if work summons me back to New Jersey during the season, going to any small parks available even if I can't go with [profile] bunny_hugger. It seems urgent.

Trivia: Ranger 6, which crashed into the Moon (as designed) without the television camera ever turning on, was the twelfth successive American lunar flight failure. Source: Lunar Impact: The NASA History of Project Ranger, R Cargil Hall. SP-4210.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. So now that I've finally read the whole book, do I like it? ... And yes, I do, and found it mostly funny, although I'm not sure I can say why. It's all panel jokes, few of them forming stories (although the strips are presented out of chronological order, bunching together instead by who the star of the day's strip is, and only the occasional reference lets you guess when anything came out), each built around here's the featured character and his or her One Big Thing. Like, having a short temper. Or being incredibly fat. Or having quite long arms. But the jokes are reliably tied into everyone's big named trait, and often fairly ingeniously, and that way, they land. It's a weird experience, really.


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Beside the flying scooters ride is the queue for the Sleigh Ride, a zipline ride that we did not get on. Note that the sign implies this queue would have been the better part of an hour for the ride and we're not that delighted by the idea of a zipline ride anyway.


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A treat from the 80s: a Space Shuttle-themed rocking ship ride; they used to have one much like this in Great Adventure, although it wasn't painted in Air Force livery like that. It's so weird that a space-themed ride in a park near Colorado Springs would go so Air Force crazy like this, isn't it?


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Looking up at the Space Shuttle ride in its flight.


Sad news from my parents. Their cat has died.

It was sudden, and unexpected to me, but not so much to them. The cat had had a cancer scare last year, a tumor that was removed fairly easily and left her, for a while, forced to wear a cone or be scolded for licking her scar. I had thought that everything was fine after that, and when [profile] bunny_hugger and I visited my parents in January, the cat seemed in good shape. Maybe a little slower than she used to be, but who is not?

So apparently the tumor was more dangerous than I had understood. Or the surgery took more out of her than I'd realized. Maybe more than my parents had, too; as my father described it, they had woken up to find that she'd died, in the night.

It had happened several weeks ago, during a stretch that interrupted my routine weekly calls, as I missed them or got them at a bad moment or whatnot. My father mentioned it as casual old news.

This is the fourth cat they've had, and the last of the barn kittens that my sister had given to them. In fact, this cat I had brought from the barn where my sister then worked to my parents, coming home with me after a Christmas party that I had been invited to.

It's another sad thought about the passing of time, as though there were any happy thoughts about the passing of time. But here is another sad thought: my parents don't figure to get another cat. Not just because my sister lives a little farther away and it would take a little more effort to deliver a cat who didn't really belong in a barn. This cat was just over twelve years old when she died, and this felt abbreviated. There is something implied in the decision that they will not have another pet.

My parents are still in good health, so far as they have let on. And there's no reason to think otherwise. But where might they be, and in what state, for the next twelve years?

It's a hard thing to look at honestly, so I now look away and pet a rabbit of unknown age and parentage and history, but who acts young and still overflowing with life.

Trivia: In 1946 the Monopoly Guy was given a name --- Rich Uncle Pennybags --- for his appearance in the stock market game Rich Uncle. Source: The Game Makers: The Story Of Parker Brothers From Tiddledy Winks To Trivial Pursuit, Philip E Orbanes.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. So the strip, being ``slices of life'' from the days when you could have a hick trolley line running through lots of vacant lots to the town railroad station, and discontinued in 1955 when the last vestiges of the world it depicted of one-room schoolhouses and spinster librarians and the Foighten' Oirish Kid and general stores with checkers matches were forgotten, is of course quite dated in its trappings. And yet somehow it's more current than this line from its 1972 introductory matter: ``Remember tomboys, when that word was used without reference to a sexual abberation?'' Mr Galewitz, if you wish to make remarks like that I invite you to step into this door and knock yourself further senseless.


PS: Here's a couple of things at Santa's Workshop.

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One of the refreshment stands. The place being named Miss Muffet's is kind of a concession to there not really being an inherently Santa-y food place name.


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The Skee-ball arcade, and some of the games around that. There was no pinball.


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A flying scooters ride that looks like it's of the old generation. The ride type's gotten a revival in the 2010s but the center mechanism looks different.

It's been a week on my humor blog ripped from the headlines. Or almost. At least it's ripped from real life. Here's the various goings-on:

Now back to Santa's Workshop. Here with some more focus on the reindeer carousel that, it turns out, missed the one thing I most wanted to have documented. This figures.

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A look at the carousel in full, along with the canopy that's got a southwest motif.


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One of the more-traditional horses that fill out the carousel, once the reindeer are out of the way.


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And other horses on the carousel; the reindeer, you can see, are on the far side of things.


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The chariot on the Santa's Reindeer carousel. I think it's a sea-horse curling back and forth over itself, but the color scheme makes it a bit hard to parse in a still photograph at this angle.


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There's Rudolph, leading the way, with the quite bright nose.


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Prancer and Vixen, seen right up close.


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More of Santa's Reindeer. Behind the chariot you can see a lone reindeer, one that's not Rudolph.


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More for my paperwork and bureaucracy interests: the inspection certificate for the carousel.


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And the tenth reindeer. Obviously it's meant as a partner to Rudolph but set on its own. And I failed to get a picture with the reindeer's name; apparently I just trusted somehow that it would be visible on the non-romance side. Note the seat belt dangling over the antlers; buckling up people --- and putting the seat belts like this when the ride was done --- did much to make the ride slower and leave me un-willing to wait for another ride cycle and maybe a view of the other side.


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All right, then. A look over at the Christmas Tree Ride.


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Now I get at some interesting angles of the Christmas Tree Ride.


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And here's a look at the cars for the Christmas Tree Ride.


Trivia: 84 percent of Japan's television sets were tuned to watch the 1964 Olympic opening ceremony. 85 percent watched the women's volleyball finals (Japan's team won the gold). Source: A Modern History of Japan, Andrew Gordon.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. Collection of panels of the well-regarded, yet now forgotten, comic strip about a rickety and very scratchy trolley line. This is a book, from 1972, that I kept looking at in this one used book store when I was in grad school, never quite feeling like I should spare my precious money to buy it now. So this year when I was back in New Jersey and saw it ... yeah, I can spare ten bucks now easily and scratch an ancient itch.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 14, 2020: Simple Edition, which has a bit I like about it because I thought about why we simplify algebraic expressions.

We took our souvenir back to the car, and [profile] bunny_hugger grabbed her warm gloves which she'd left behind in the hurry not to miss the event. Then went back to buy general admission to the museum. There were several demonstrations going on for the Roger That! event, such as a couple of engineering majors from Grand Valley State University showing off their prototype for a contingency-sample-grabber in case astronauts return to the moon. We came in on the tail end of them explaining the design constraints and responses to someone else so we had to ask what exactly all this was for. Another demonstration was of iron cooled to the point of being diamagnetic, where it rejects all magnetic fields. This is the state that lets it levitate over a magnetic track, which they'd set up --- with a bit maybe too fussy to work reliably --- as a Möbius strip track. This only works at just the right speed, so it kept making a part of an orbit and dropping off. This in part because the presenter was so eager to have something to show he'd put the iron on the track before it had quite gotten cool enough.

We stuck mostly to the second floor of the museum, looking particularly at a display of ivory and related materials. This included talk about the ivory trade. One sign put forth the question about, granted that ivory is beautiful and can make beautiful things, but can't we have both ivory and the animals it's harvested from? [profile] bunny_hugger took a picture of the sign as a perfect example of framing questions about animals entirely in terms of human use of animals, that she might use in talking about environmental ethics classes sometime.

(This is as good a spot as any to mention a line I forgot in writing about Musgrave yesterday: in showing a picture of the tractor his family had when he was a kid, he asked if there were farm people here. And then answered, ``Of course there are, it's Michigan.'' Also apparently Musgrave has a position with the University of Michigan, Flint Campus?)

The last exhibit on the second floor, and the one that ate up more and more time, was Toys. We've been meaning to get to it for ages; it's been listed as a temporary exhibit, but that's gone on for years and ... oh, all right, they've just announced it will be closing this summer. Well, we got to it, then. The first room's a very abbreviated history of toys before the modern era. The ``oldest'' exhibit threatens to be a prank; it's just a Stick. Everyone who saw this was moved to photograph it, including me, who --- expecting to go to a pinball tournament --- had no real camera, just my iPod.

After this, though, it turned to a series of imitation recrooms, given date rooms and generations. Baby Boomers, 1946-64. Gen X, 1965-1980(or so). Millennials, 1980-199(?). Each room had a heap of toys, and a TV set playing a loop of commercials for the era. The attempt to divide the ages by generation and by date leads to some logical muddles. Like, the 80s G.I.Joe dolls get put under Millennial, and yeah, the dolls were still around and there's kids who grew up watching the cartoons. But they started coming out in 1982. There's a lot more Gen X kids who grew up playing with those. Granted that a discrete thing has to be put in one spot. But it did feel like both Millennials and Gen X were being cheated, Millennials by having their cohort represented with toys left over from the decade before them and Gen X by having their toys swiped by Millennials. On the other hand, this is also quite true. There's something a little weird that in 1990 you could get Transformers, G.I.Joe, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and My Little Pony toys, and you can do the same in 2020.

While the Gen X recroom seemed a little old-fashioned to my eyes, it also was the one that looked most like a place you actually would hang out and play. I don't know whether that's luck of the draw or what. Certainly helping is that they had a false stairway so it looked the most like going down into your friend's basement. Also it had a Sit-and-Spin, something I had not thought of for decades. It brought back many memories of sitting on it, and not getting to spin nearly enough to be interesting, until finally a sibling punched you. Their TV set never quite got to commercials that I particularly remembered, although we did find the amazingly narrow spot where you could actually hear the audio, as opposed to just reading the captions on a silent set. It's amazing how narrowly they could focus the audio on that.

Part of the exhibit, and something we had especially wanted to get there for, was the Arcade. This was meant to evoke the 80s video arcades and it was set up in a small room adjacent to the main hall. A couple video games, a change machine that it turns out was not just for show --- the games demanded quarters! --- and a juke box and a tabletop hockey game that seemed anachronistic to me. Also at least one of the video games was your modern multicade thing as opposed to something you could play in Circa 1983.

There was pinball, of course. The most glorious thing was a woodrail, a 1950s pinball game, which sadly had an Out of Order sign on it. This wasn't just our bad luck for the day; the game had lucite boxes around its flipper buttons, plunger, and coin slot. It was there to make sure you'd have the authentic arcade experience of the game that looks interesting but is out of order. Also out of order, apparently: Elektra, an early solid state pinball game. It wasn't signed as out of order, but it wouldn't take quarters --- it felt like the coinbox was jammed --- and people warned us not to waste our money, either because it wouldn't give credits or they didn't like the game. (Which I would understand; Elektra had a weird design.)

But there were two other games: Meteor and Whirlwind, both games that we like but also that we can play anytime. Well, not really anytime, but reasonably so: Meteor is one of the stalwarts of MJS's pole barn and often shows up at Pinball At The Zoo. Whirlwind they've just got in at the bowling alley on the west side of town. Still, no reason not to play them. We had a fine enough game on Meteor, and then on Whirlwind [profile] bunny_hugger was having a great time. The game, a late solid state, has a multiball mode that's incredibly hard to start; the ramp needed for it is harder than it looks. Yet she kept making it. Then the game made this harder still: the switches that are supposed to register the locked balls were sticky, not letting the ball settle into place. Despite this she got a three-ball multiball started and, as is traditional for Whirlwind, ended without a jackpot. It's a very difficult jackpot. Still, she got the two-ball multiball started. And tried the extremely hard plunge of the ball that, sometimes, on some machines, makes the ramp shot that scores the jackpot. And it did.

So she walked up to the machine and on her first game on it, put up seven million points and High Score #1. Pretty good playing.

And now somehow, first, it was past 4 pm and the museum was closing in less than an hour; and second, people were playing Spectrum. It even looked like they had 16 credits or some ludicrous number like that. Maybe there was a coin box avalanche? I'd also gone over and given someone a hand finding the 'start' button on Meteor, causing me to realize how weird it is that start button placement migrated for so very long before, after the early 80s, freezing in place. Not sure what's going on there.

Rather than wait for Elektra --- there is literally no guessing what a novice at a pinball table with over a dozen credits will do --- we went downstairs. We hadn't yet ridden the carousel. They have a 1928 Spillman carousel, set in a glass rotunda extended from the main building; it's in glorious shape and to ride that on a day that's still quite bright considering a fine misty snow has come out of nowhere ... well, that would be grand. And make for some good pictures for [profile] bunny_hugger's annual self-made carousel calendar for 2021.

It was closed.

For the day, the sign said, although a sign next to it thanked the donor who had paid for a major renovation. One expected to take six years to complete. We might not ride this again until 2027!

We would learn later things aren't that dire. The museum expects the ride to reopen this fall. Considering that when we were last here, a couple years ago, the carousel was not in bad shape it implies they must be keeping extraordinary care of it. No idea what all takes six years to finish. The signs did promise they would be replacing all the very many incandescent bulbs with LED bulbs. This ... mm. Well, it'll look different. It's probably a good change to make, since it'll demand less power, and less maintenance in replacing bulbs. And the lessened light bulb heat will strain the wooden mechanism less.

Still, it left us jabbed a bit. Not that we wouldn't have spent the rest of the day in the museum, had we known the carousel was closed, but that we had expected to get at least one ride in.

Rather than go back to Toys we looked at some of the projects that school teams had made as part of Roger That! After Story Musgrave's talk had finished, they'd announced prizes for various group projects; about half the teams had someone on-hand to accept an award and applause from the people lingering after the talk. Here, we saw a bunch of Science Fair-type posterboards and craft projects aimed at answering ... we weren't precisely sure. The projects seemed to circle around ``communities in space'' and also ``water in space'', with maybe a side of robots. The write-ups were almost iconically School Project, in endearing ways. Well, [profile] bunny_hugger was not endeared to the group whose card explained the methods they used to research their project was ``Google Scholar'', nothing further said. But I was endeared to the number of projects that explained the hardest part of the project was getting everyone in the group to know what they were supposed to be doing and what they were not.

Beside this was a small gallery of space-themed art projects, which we found the most interesting; they were all done by serious art students or working artists in celebration of particular astronauts or accomplishments and they had a nice variety of styles and iconography that even I could understand. And this brought us near enough to closing time; we huddled in the gift shop --- [profile] bunny_hugger bought some astronaut ice cream and some small fossils --- until we were ready to brave the weather again.

It was maybe 5:30 --- a half-hour past the museum close and there were still people hanging around the first-floor gallery so it's a very soft close --- and we debated whether to eat in town. We figured to. We tried to go to Stella's, the hipster bar, but it was dinnertime on a Saturday and the wait for a two-person table was already ``maybe an hour''. So we settled instead in Two Beards, the sandwich shop we'd usually get an easy lunch from when we were playing in Grand Rapids Pinball League regularly. They were almost full too; we got seats only by my tossing coats over a couple chairs when one couple left. And yet over the course of our early dinner the place mostly cleared out. Apparently the weekend dinner rush is quite tightly focused.

After this we stopped in the Pyramid Scheme, which we haven't been to much since we dropped out of the Grand Rapids Pinball League. It turns out they've replaced the Total Nuclear Annihilation, a great retro-style pinball game, and that's rather disappointed us. They did have a Pinball Magic, a mid-90s Capcom pinball game that's rare and weird and we were glad to see that. Less glad when it turned out the magnet gimmick that lets you lock balls --- by having them run along the end of a magic wand prop --- didn't work, so that multiball was inaccessible. But a couple games in we did get the hang of playing this, somewhat, at least. We also played a game of Twilight Zone --- one of the few tables they have there, now, that isn't also at the hipster bar in Lansing --- despite it being right next to the front door and so blasted with cold air intermittently. We both had amazingly good games. [profile] bunny_hugger had, if not her best, then certainly among her best ever games of it. And was quite cross with me for having a slightly better game. I started to have fancies of reaching Lost in the Zone, the game's wizard mode, which evaporated when the last ball did a Twilight Zone classic, jumping out of the pop bumpers into the right outlane.

And this was enough day for us. We got back to the parking garage, where we'd had to get nearly to the top to find a single open non-reserved space, and I drove us home, in [profile] bunny_hugger's car. She had to check on a minor crisis at work --- I'd brought the Mi-Fi, not being sure whether RLM's place had wireless --- and then getting confused about whether MWS had made it to that tournament after all. (He hadn't.) But apparently JTV, who we never see anymore, did and that's a shame to have missed.

And that was our Saturday expedition.

Trivia: oddy McDowell joined the panels for KTLA's Pantomime Quiz in 1947 by wandering into the studio and being fascinated by the proceedings, then asking if he could join in. Source: Quiz Craze, Thomas A DeLong.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Taking a step back from the band organ at Santa's Workshop.

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Sign explaining the carousel and some of its history; although it was a fair bit after the hour when we were here, it was still playing, suggesting a pretty long performance.


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Here, just some of the landscape of the park. And the long slope downhill past the Skee-ball gallery.


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More of the landscaping. It's surely the most off-level park we've visited.


I finally got a hint of what we were doing by seeing a logo for ``Roger That!'' And remembered that [profile] bunny_hugger, fresh off seeing the movie Apollo 13 for the first time, had asked if I knew Roger Chaffee was from Grand Rapids? I did not, although guess who the planetarium there is named for. And in some small talk she asked which astronauts I've seen, like, in person. My most exciting connection is a chat with Harrison Schmitt, Apollo 17, working out that a picture in this one Peanuts book was certainly not him, and was probably from Apollo 15, but that he autographed anyway.

``Roger That!'' is a four-year-old science-outreach program of the Grand Rapids Public Museum. It's held in mid-February, to match Roger Chaffee's birthday of the 15th, so we were there on his actual birthday. The talk we were there for: Astronaut Story Musgrave Presents: From Farm Kid to Trauma Surgeon to Rocketman and Way Beyond. We settled into the lecture hall early, getting second-row seats (the first row was reserved) and wondering just how full it would get. It turns out only about half full, even though the event was ``sold out'', a hazard of tickets that are free but request reservation. If we made any mistake it was that we sat on the right side of the stage; the people organizing this, and Musgrave himself, hung around the left side, where the podium was, and Musgrave walked around the seats there chatting and looking back up and all that. This is just as well: I am a bad small talker at the best of times and could not possibly think of anything non-embarrassing to say in the circumstance. That Peanuts book thing with Harrison Schmitt I had weeks to prepare for.

We did watch in the row with us a family with three kids, all of whom had sketchpads and all of whom were drawing ... something or other. An empty stage doesn't seem like much of an artistic subject, but [profile] bunny_hugger was impressed by the parents encouraging that creativity. I'm impressed they had the courage to draw like that in public; I'd be far too bashful to try.

Musgrave's title for his talk likely gave you some idea what it was about. He took his hour --- he was careful to check on the time, and several times remarked on whether he would finish by the designated hour of 12:11, after they started ten minutes late ``because of the traffic'' --- to describe his life. It's been a lot of life. Musgrave belongs to that class of astronauts who didn't particularly think about going to space as a child. They just kept doing a lot of things and eventually this set him on a rocket. So he had a lot of adventures. Including a lot of college experiences. Musgrave's credited with six academic degrees (a BS, an MBA, a BA, an MD, an MS, and an MA), and his talk gave the impression he would just feel a little restless one weekend so he'd drive to a small town, ask where the nearest college was, and ask if they have any application blanks on hand.

I have cultivated the habit, if I must give a Powerpoint-style presentation, to put a slide up and leave it up for a good minute or so. Musgrave has different habits. He put up and advanced through slides fast enough to be exhausting. Well, anyone's life will be confusing if reduced to one hour's talk, but especially so when there are things that were done simultaneously but have to be presented in some particular order. For example, Musgrave did a lot of work as trauma surgeon while he was part of the 1967 group of NASA astronauts. He didn't mention this was the group that named itself the ``Excess Eleven'', so-called because their first day Director of Flight Crew Operations Deke Slayton warned them there were no flight spots available for them for the foreseeable future. Without that knowledge it kind of seems like he wondered, oh, I don't know, will I pop over to Skylab this weekend or pick up a couple hours at the emergency room?

This was all a very funny talk, as you might expect if you've seen Musgrave on a TV show. Quite lighthearted, as well. Now and then a theme tried to intrude, of some vague thoughts about preparing yourself for how you're going to make your mark in the world. It never quite got to being a motivational speech, but there were a couple slides where I felt like he was going that way. But it's hard to come up with a grand lesson about a kid who worked out how to get a college education paid for by the GI Bill and a wrestling scholarship and being in the Reserves and a side hustle doing mechanic work was preparing himself to fly into space on all five space shuttles. I can make one out: his attestation of himself is that he worked very hard to be really good at a great diversity of things, so that when some extraordinary opportunities were available, he was the best candidate for them. It didn't quite get there, though.

[profile] bunny_hugger told me how she had thought about buying one of Musgrave's books --- which he had mentioned included one that's pictures of the T-38 planes astronauts fly, many of which happen by wild coincidence to include the space shuttle in frame --- so that he could autograph it. But she had read up on it and learned that Musgrave doesn't do autographs much anymore, as they're too often just put right up on eBay. You know how it is; the marketization of everything has wrecked every hobby. And then at the end of the talk they announced he would be signing autographs just outside.

I'm surprised that only perhaps a quarter of the people at the lecture stuck around for an autograph. The line formed outside, more or less following this set of moonwalker footprints placed on the carpet and mostly meant to lead to the Roger Chaffee display. There was enough ambiguity in the line placement that we ended up behind a group of people who were just standing there, talking, for a couple minutes before they noticed we were behind them. All right.

Musgrave had eight-by-tens of old NASA publicity photos; the one we got was of his first spaceflight, on Challenger, STS-6. He autographed it to both of us. [profile] bunny_hugger mentioned how going to this talk, which was great, was her Valentine's Day gift to me. I agreed, and that I liked it ... and that my gift to her was a T-shirt. It was the new red Silverball Museum t-shirt that I'd secretly picked up when I was back in New Jersey in January. She was wearing it, part of the subterfuge that tricked me into coming here. I cannot guess what Musgrave thought of these revelations.

Trivia: On the 19th of February, 1903, a Harrisburg newspaper reported on Milton Hershey buying ``all the land bordering Spring Creek, from its source until it empties into Swatara Creek'', the spot which would become the town of Hershey. Source: Hershey: Milton S Hershey's Extraordinary Life of Wealth, Empire, and Utopian Dreams, Michael D'Antonio.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 11, 2020: Symbols Edition, which turned out to feature more of me thinking about my elementary school experiences than usual.


PS: Looking around Santa's Workshop a little longer.

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Some more of the reindeer on the Santa's Workshop carousel.


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There are not only reindeer on the carousel. It has two chariots, naturally, an a couple of regular horses.


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And here's one of the park's band organs, opposite the sidewalk from the carousel.

Valentine's Day was a bit low-key around here. [profile] bunny_hugger has had one of those colds that drains all the color from life. And, separately, a doctor's appointment that took up the whole morning. In the evening she mentioned that we were going to a pinball tournament the next day, though. RLM was having another tournament in his fairly-new facility just outside Grand Rapids. Bit of short notice but, that's all right, I can roll with that. When she started to talk about a tournament I thought she was talking about a new Bells and Chimes tournament, since [profile] bunny_hugger's wanted to get to those more often. It would be a morning tournament, annoying, moreso as RLM wanted everyone checked in by 10:30, but we've certainly done worse.

Come morning [profile] bunny_hugger packed a cooler with drinks while I showered and all. We didn't need to bring food; RLM was going to provide pizza. We started out in my car, to find the low-tire-pressure light was on and I don't know whether that was legitimately low or whether it's just reflecting that it's been bitterly cold. Anyway, we swapped out to [profile] bunny_hugger's car, and in the confusion I never noticed that she didn't get the cooler out of my car. Which would have been a trick, since she had never put it in my car.

I'm only about 40% sure I could guide us to RLM's place unaided. My satellite navigator has the place in it, so I brought that in case hers did not have it recorded. It didn't, but she had the address, so now it is recorded. And we got started, later than we really wanted but still on time to get to RLM's by 10:30 ... with even a few minutes to spare, if there were no late traffic problems. We got almost to the point where I-96 splits off the spur that goes into Grand Rapids when [profile] bunny_hugger told me to stop the podcast. She had a confession.

When she said we were going to a pinball tournament, she was lying.

We were going to something in Grand Rapids instead.

She had the address for the place, and could I put that into the satellite navigator instead. All right. And did I have any guesses what we might be doing instead?

No, I had no idea. This kind of fib would be the sort of thing to get someone to a surprise party. But it's not anywhere near my birthday, nor our anniversary, and while it's kind of close to our designated relationship anniversary (Leap Day) it's not all that close. Possibly a concert? But then we similar logical problems: why keep that a secret? Also, who'd be starting a concert at 11 am? (Well, something with upper-class connotations, like an orchestral performance or something.) Longer-shot thoughts: a play? An (animals-free) circus? Going to one, as a surprise Valentine's Day present, that starts to make sense again.

We got to the address. It was the Grand Rapids Public Museum. Which made, like, a concert or opera or play a pretty low-probability event, and almost knocked out the circus idea. All [profile] bunny_hugger would tell me --- and I did say I wanted yet to be surprised, so it's not like she was teasing me by withholding information --- was that it started at 11, and doors opened 10:30, and it had sold out. Well, the tickets were free, but they had all been claimed. All right.

As we pulled up to the museum I noticed, as in paid attention to, the Apollo boilerplate capsule the place has on the corner. The capsule, BP-1227, was lost in 1970 during recovery training exercises, discovered by a Soviet fishing vessel, or by a Soviet ``fishing vessel'' if you prefer, returned, and set up in Grand Rapids as a time capsule in 1976. Just a neat thing to observe.

In the entrance lobby [profile] bunny_hugger showed off her tickets and we got wristbands. We also overheard a couple who were upset to learn that they had unnecessarily bought general-admission tickets to the museum with their event reservations; the event was free and did not demand museum admission. I do not know how this resolved itself. I did look around for clues, but found nothing distinctive in the entrance hall. Just, you know, the signs listing admission prices for the museum, the planetarium shows, the Bodies Alive exhibit, and boasting of their antique carousel. A group of people with wristbands all waiting for the event venue to open. No real hint for what the event was, though.

And so that's the state of deception and intrigue which I faced, Saturday morning. Also, the discovery that [profile] bunny_hugger can get me to just shrug and go along with anything by the expedient of declaring ``it's for a pinball event''.

Trivia: On Vasco de Gama's 1497 voyage around the southern end of Africa his ships were out of sight of land for 95 days. Columbus's ships during the 1492 voyage were out of sight of land for only 36 days. Source: A Splendid Exchange: How Trade Shaped The World, William J Bernstein.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Please enjoy a nice trio of pictures from Santa's Workshop and our visit to it.

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Sign attempting to curate the Santa's Workshop Herschell-Spillman Carousel. The trivia is completely wrong; there's no difference between a carousel (or its alternate spellings) and a merry-go-round, however much people really want there to be some division.


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The carousel is themed to Santa's Reindeer, sensibly enough, and they also have a sign curating that part of things. My confidence in their research was shaken by that merry-go-round/carousel distinction they tried to draw, but I can say that the assertion of the reindeer being named ``Dunder'' on first printing is true: the Troy Record (at least) once reprinted the original newspaper appearance of the poem and, yes, Dunder it was. So that rebuilds some confidence.


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And here's some of the carousel! Each of the reindeer gets their name printed on their side. The carousel is a Hershell-Spillman, not a Golden Age of Carousel-Carving antique, although it is a mechanism made from the 40s through ... well, whenever in the 60s Santa's Workshop got their carousel so it's Old If Not Quite Antique there.

I had a back-to-normal week for publishing on my mathematics blog! This mostly by having a lot of comics to write about. How many comics? This many comics:

Meanwhile, in the story comics: What's Going On In Prince Valiant? What is a 'Virgate' and why would someone want it? November 2019 - February 2020 plot in recap.

Now back to June 2018 and our visit to the Santa's Workshop theme park in Cascade, Colorado.

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And now, on with the show! Bryan Magic Productions presents ... and encourages you to take photographs, a thing I was not expecting ... of ...


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John Bryan, as Balthazzar the Wizard, in the Magic Toy Shoppe! That it looks so very homemade endeared the performance all the more to us.


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Balthazzar the Wizard midway through one of those tricks where --- trust me --- it's about assembling a picture of Santa Claus the right away. Right now his head is underneath his feet.


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Volunteer come up to help with one of the tricks.


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So before your very eyes this sketch of Santa Claus will disappear into a sleeve and be spontaneously colored in!


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And what's inside this collapsible magic box? Well, a stuffed rabbit, Balthazzar said, as his rabbit had gone on holiday to Brussels and he would have to make do. But still ...


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Oh! No, he's back early, something that [profile] bunny_hugger realized well before I did. (She noticed the box moving; I accepted that he was going to do the trick with a stuffed rabbit, which is after all the same stunt.)


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The rabbit's appearance was the climax of the show, and good, because I was not at all sure that the rabbit was very happy being held like this. Afterward people were invited to come up and pet the rabbit. Balthazzar asked about our own rabbits and we said, as was true, that we had two at home. ``Well, last you looked there were two'' (or something like that) he answered, and we didn't bother going into how they were both female and spayed.


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Back outside: told you it was a short show. This ride's decorated to look like a stylish white Christmas tree. It's really a Roto-Jet, though, much like the Satellite we'd ridden the day before at Lakeside Amusement Park.


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[profile] bunny_hugger getting some snaps of the ride, as seen in the ride-safety mirror.


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Looking up to the top of the Christmas Tree Ride, their themed Roto-Jet.


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And what the Christmas Tree Ride looks like in action. The cars are made to look like ornament balls and you get to choose how high or low to fly them.


Thanks for reading. And tomorrow? I have events in my life to journal again! Please join me for a tale of [profile] bunny_hugger's deceit and treachery and a day in Grand Rapids!

Trivia: In 1933 Albert Ross Eckler, with the Census Bureau, estimated past economies on the basis of six measurements, including railway receipts, imports, and coal and pig iron production. He estimated the depression of 1893-1895 saw the American gross national product drop about 26 percent, almost as dramatic as the 32 percent collapse from 1873 to 1877. Source: A Nation of Deadbeats: An Uncommon History of America's Financial Disasters, Scott Reynolds Nelson.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.

Let's enjoy more of Santa's Workshop, as we saw it in the summer of 2018.

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Fire pit: although it was June and nominally warm, Santa's Workshop kept some Christmas-appropriate decor going and honestly this was pretty nice to be near considering the cool and recent rain.


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A kind-of-fake waterwheel next to one of the Christmas shops; the paddles on it read 'Santa Claus Wishes a Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night' and, on the other side, the same message but in red letters instead of green.


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Little broader view of the side of the waterwheel, including a picture of a waterfall and stream that we'll just pretend leads to this, on the opposite side of where the water driving the wheel actually goes.


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[profile] bunny_hugger admiring more scenery as we come upon Santa's Chapel. See again how this is a very hilly park.


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Looking around inside the Santa's Chapel, one of those tiny one-family structures that ... I'm not sure whether it happened to be on the grounds or was moved onto the park. It's another point of similarity to Story Book Land, in South Jersey, which has a similar tiny chapel.


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Nativity scene within Santa's Chapel, set behind a window that reflects the outside light and our own shadows which is why it looks like there's a Jack Kirby lightning bolt carrying a bald guy into the middle of this scene.


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Looking up to the Santa's Show House, the little theater. I am very, very nervous about that door at the back of the backstage area.


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Schedule for the magic show, which was starting soon enough that we thought to give it a try.


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View of the theater from the back; the floor slopes down gently. The seats aren't anything too much, but they'd be fine for a 15-minute show.


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The stage, with its Bryan Magic Productions Presents sign that's glittery letters on cardboard, part of the small scale and very homemade look to the place.


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Rabbits on columns flank the stage.


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And a look into the corner, with a small cloud asking people to not sit on the floor too near the stage, or in the aisle. Thanks.


Trivia: The United States's 1860 census estimated the average circulation for quarterlies as 3,700; monthlies as 12,000; and weeklies, including newspapers, as 2,400. Source: Advertising and the Transformation of American Society, 1865 - 1920, James D Norris.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh. A bit of philosophy-of-mathematics since I had the idea maybe I should know something about my field of study.

A little downhill from the Snowflake Maze and the missing Ferris Wheel at Santa's Workshop is a roller coaster. Their only roller coaster. They don't have a sign claiming this to be the highest roller coaster in the world. (I'd thought maybe one of the Denver coasters has this claim, but Denver's got an elevation around ... well, one mile, while Cascade, Colorado, is about one and two-fifths miles above sea level.) The Candy Cane Coaster is not a large one. It is your standard Molina-and-Son's knee-banger kiddie coaster, twin to the Li'l Phantom at Kennywood and Li'l Thunder formerly at Great Adventure and Kiddie Coaster at Lake Compounce. It's got red-and-white candy-cane stripes, as you'd think. There wasn't anyone waiting, and the ride operator was talking, looking bored, with another operator. So we asked if we were allowed to ride and he said, sure, if you want. He also recommended we sit up front for the least knee-banging. He was probably right about that. We got several circuits on the tiny ride (I doubt it gets more than twelve feet off the ground), and weren't to incapacitated to walk off from that. So, a nice and successful ride on what I guess is the highest roller coaster in the world? We did talk a bit with the operator about the roller coaster and rides in general and I hope he found us more nice than tedious.

Also nearby is an Eyerly Aircraft Company-made Midge-O-Racer, a kiddie miniature car flat ride. Despite the name Eyerly makes a lot of amusement park rides, including the Fly-O-Plane, Rock-O-Plane, Roll-O-Plane, and Loop-O-Plane. This made us --- at least made me --- realize that this -O- thing might have been a naming style for them. Also with Lakeside Park and its former Midget Car racetrack beside we (I) realized this wasn't quite just a riff on the idea that kids are small. It was at least as much a riff on the cars being small too.

They've also got a Kiddie Whip ride, with the classic reindeer names on the cars and reindeer figures on the inside of the track. Just to give a sense of how they've taken what might be generic rides and really themed them up well.

We stopped in the glass-blowing shop, a place we'd poked into just before realizing it was time for the magic show, and looked around again. The glass-blower took a bit to tell us about how the park had grown over the years, and pointed to some old postcards of the park, including one that showed how he looked blowing glass in the late 60s. (A bit color-faded, mostly.) [profile] bunny_hugger overcame her fear that anything bought might get damaged in transit (and would go on to get the brass Christmas tree ornaments we'd seen when we first entered the park, too).

Oh yes, they do have a Santa's House. With a Santa inside. They have 'snow' around it, the bubble-foam artificial kind like I'd first encountered on Orchard Road in Singapore. Well, it was in the 60s and lightly raining; couldn't expect the real kind. We did go in, to thank Santa for a great park, and his helper took a picture of us with him.

There was one major ride left, and time for about one major ride, the miniature railroad that goes along the upper ridge of the park. While waiting for the train to come back we saw squirrels coming around. The station attendant explained the engineer tosses peanuts to the squirrels and so they love coming around. We noticed how the squirrels looked different to the Eastern Grey and Fox and Red Squirrels we see back home. And tried to explain red squirrels to the attendant; she wasn't sure she had ever seen one. (Based on Wikipedia's map of red squirrel distribution I can't tell whether any might naturally live near the area.) I'm still not sure what kind of squirrels they had; the plausible candidates seem to be the golden-mounted ground squirrel and the pine squirrel.

The ride took us along a pretty good view of the park below, and of some buildings and props set up to represent 19th century mining and Western colonization of the area. It also ran parallel to much of the Sleigh Ride zip line, a thing we didn't quite have the courage or time for. It's a zip line, yes, but in cars made up to look like Santa sleighs. Be a bit mad, but also a bit fun. Meanwhile the train chugged on, letting us revisit the parts of the park we'd seen, and then get back the other way enough to see our car and the entrance for Pikes Peak's highway. All the while squirrels ran up, eager to gather whole peanuts, in their shells, tossed their way.

Our ride ended at about 5, just when the park officially closed. We popped over to one of the statues, the North Pole pole, for some pictures since it seemed like not at least visiting it would attract attention. But that only took a minute, and even walking back to the park exit the slow way had us at the gate by 5:10. We didn't get a ride on the candy cane slide. We did get a couple of color-it-yourself park maps. I'd thought to get a couple for my nieces and nephews who, so far as I know, are at the right age for coloring projects like this. [profile] bunny_hugger's at the right age for it again too, and started coloring it in this week.

We said our goodbyes to the park, and got to our rental car, one of the last left at the park. We had something to brave the traffic and intermittent rains going north for. Besides the hope of another visit to Lakeside.

Trivia: British workers in essential work, such as fire fighters, railway workers, harvesters, and steelworkers, were allotted a larger tea ration through World War II. Source: Tea: Addiction, Exploitation, and Empire, Roy Moxham. (Moxham isn't clear if that's the complete list or just a representative sample.)

Currently Reading: Roving Mars: Spirit, Opportunity, and the Exploration of the Red Planet, Steve Squyres.

PS: Reading the Comics, August 3, 2018: Negative Temperatures Edition and see me go full-on nerd as something close to my thesis research gets talked about.


PPS: Wonderland Pier, continued.

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Looking way up at the lead horse on the Gillian's Wonderland Pier antique carousel.


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More of the art lining the top interior of the Wonderland Pier castle; why wouldn't it have old-school dinosaurs?


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And here ... a bunch of animatronics who will, for a dollar, play enough of Take Me Home, Country Roads to make the ride operators nearby incredibly tired.


Santa's Workshop at the North Pole at Pikes Peak, Colorado, has a little theater, like many amusement parks. The stage is floor-level, with no gap between the front seats and the performers. All that holds you back is a sign asking people to not sit on the floor, that the performers have space. Oh, also, you're encouraged to take pictures during the show. Okay! They had posters for two shows, one a Nutcracker Suite show, and one a stage magician. The show our visit was the magician.

This wasn't an elaborate show, as you might figure from it being in a tiny theater in a small park outside Cascade, Colorado. Like, the Magic Toy Shoppe sign was construction paper and looked handmade. And the tricks were the sorts of modest, low-budget things. Making a black-and-white picture of Santa Claus turn into a color one. Dropping a set of blocks (again depicting Santa) into a tube, lifting the tube, and showing the order's changed. Bringing out a magic box to make a photograph of a rabbit turn into an actual bunny. The last illusion was spoiled for [profile] bunny_hugger, who noticed the ``empty'' box making a noise like a rabbit unhappy at being in a box scratching at the box. Also wiggling around some as it was moved to stage front. I didn't notice the motion, or attributed it to the box being moved around. The rabbit was the last stunt, and the magician encouraged people to come up and pet the bunny as they left. We weren't sure the rabbit quite liked being held this way. Nor necessarily being touched by so many kids. But, depends on the rabbit. Our Sunshine would probably do great being approached and petted, under supervision. Being held, not sure. We hven't tried.

But we petted the rabbit's head the way we generically expect rabbits to appreciate. And talked about our rabbits, back home, when we had two of them. ``Last you checked, anyway,'' he said. [profile] bunny_hugger answered that they were kept in separate rooms, not thinking to mention they were both female.

Most curious bit about the magician was his London accent. We spent some time trying to figure whether he was just affecting the accent. And came to figuring he was actually from London when he spoke about his ``bruvver'', and said ``brother'' that way consistently. We figured nobody just performing with a British accent would hit that note reliably. Also while setting up the rabbit stunt he started out talking about using a picture of his rabbit, claiming the actual rabbit was on holiday in Belgium. I can believe an English person talking about a holiday in Belgium; not an American pretending to be English. How a London magician came to be working the summer magic show in a tiny amusement park outside a town an hour outside Denver will be something for us to idly speculate about for times to come.

We only had a couple hours' to be at the park, but the skies were sunny agan and it's not a large place. We could get on some rides, besides the carousel. One that captivated us was a modified Mini-Jet ride. One of those things where you're in a car that goes in a horizontal circle and sometimes rises or falls. But this one was done up not as a plane, or a dragon, or even a slight. The cars were decorated as giant Christmas tree ornaments, and the center of the fixture a tall, white tree. Yes, with a silver star on top. It was gorgeous and the ride operators didn't exactly shoo us away from riding. We were always conscious of being unaccompanied adults at a kid-oriented park, and did ask a couple times if we were allowed to ride something. I don't remember that we were ever turned away.

They've got a Space Shuttle-themed swinging ship ride, one that looks so strikingly ripped from 1984 that it was glorious. We didn't take the time to ride it, though. Nor the flying scooter. There's a Snowflake Maze, an indoor ride that if we're reading the map right is a lightly haunted-house-style attraction. But it was closed as we got there, and the signs suggested it was not just for smaller kids but maybe didn't even let folks older than 13 go through.

Also not ridden: the World's Highest Ferris Wheel. At least according to the sign. I'm willing to believe this ballyhoo. Some Ferris Wheel has to be highest, and it is from something like a mile above sea level. But the wheel wasn't there. There was a bare structure for the wheel, but no actual wheel or cars, and the pavement underneath was gone, nothing but torn-up ground with construction equipment. I imagine it to be under renovation as there was evidence the ride had been there, as opposed to just being built and ready to open soon. Too bad that it wasn't there, though. I'd have been up for riding it just for the odd novelty of the claim.

Nearby this is the enclosure where they keep deer, surely the closest they can get to living reindeer. Also a lot of deer food that's been spilled just outside the enclosure as kids get terrified to see an actual living deer poking a snout through the bars. And the occasional bird braving the flock of kids to get a snack.

Trivia: During the Revolutionary War British logistics officers concluded they would need a reserve of at least six month's food to mount any major offensives in North America. They met that reserve only twice during the eight years of war. Source: An Edible History of Humanity, Tom Standage.

Currently Reading: Roving Mars: Spirit, Opportunity, and the Exploration of the Red Planet, Steve Squyres.


PS: Meanwhile over a year ago, Gillian's Wonderland Pier.

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More of the Philadelphia Toboggan Company carousel #75 and its all-white horses at Gillian's Wonderland Pier.


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Broken dreams: bucket of steel rings returned by people who didn't grab the lone brass ring for the ride.


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Wall decorations, including a skateboarding Wonder Bear, near the carousel inside the castle at Gillian's Wonderland Pier.


Past the entrance to Santa's Workshop At The North Pole is a gauntlet of Christmas shops. I mean, you'd expect such. Lots of fine stuff, though. But we did like looking at the stuff that wasn't just what you could get at Bronner's. Also a bunch of nice flat rides carrying on as well as they could in the non-flat terrain. Also in the aftermath of rain; it was a cold day with intermittent rains, exactly like the weather forecasts for a week leading up to our trip had promised would not happen, and for which we had not packed. That last was bad for some rides, like what looked to be a Musik Express without its protective building.

Santa's Workshop is in the mountains, yes, and right beside Pikes Peak. The terrain's the hilliest since, well, any of the New England Parks Tour parks, for us. Hillier, perhaps; I don't remember even the parks in New Hampshire needing so many footbridges and having such steep paths. It's great for exciting photographs and gorgeous vistas, at least if you have the direction right. The park's got to photograph completely differently in morning compared to the afternoon; I'm a little sorry not to have gotten to see both. Not so sorry as to get up early enough to see it at 9:30, but still.

They've got two band organs, both playing independently of the carousel. The signs only promised that they played on the hour and we got there in time to hear the last bars of some Sousa piece. We were just getting fully disappointed when it started up again; apparently, the sign only promised that they would play at least once an hour. The two are near one another, and both near the carousel. That's a metal Herschel-Spillman Carousel, one that's been at the park since the 1960s. It has horses, of course. But it's also got ten reindeer. There's the eight classically named ones, naturally, with a Rudolph up front. And then off on its own, on the other side of the ride, is a tenth. And I am cursing myself for not getting a photograph of the side that shows the reindeer's name. It was something that sounded like a reasonable reindeer name.

You're maybe getting the tone of the place. One of the first rides encountered in the park --- and, from what I gather from its park maps and promotional stuff and what people seem to remember about the park --- is its slide. It's a tall red-and-white cylinder looking like candycanes standing together, with the slide wrapped around it like a wreath. Santa Claus stands on top, naturally. The hoods on the Tilt-a-Whirl cars are similarly red and white stripes. There's garden gnomes made up as elves set out as freestanding statues. There's red-and-white lollipop fixtures and spiralled trees, just like you might see in Roller Coaster Tycoon. There's an animatronic Elmer the Elf show, which we only caught part of the closing of (no luck such as we had with the band organs); he seems to sing a couple Christmas tunes and that all makes sense. There's Christmas trees, of course. And some fire pits that were surprisingly welcome given it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of June. There's a waterwheel, each panel containing a word of the phrase 'Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night''.

Also there's the tiny Santa Chapel. It's better-kept than the tiny chapel at Storybook Land in New Jersey, but it's about the same size, something that could fit maybe a dozen people if they're all friends. Inside is some historical information, particularly about the park's longrunning ``Operation Toylift'' to gather Christmas presents for the needy.

Really the only thing that wasn't nicely atmospheric about the place is that there wasn't snow on the ground. And even then, some of the rides are painted as if they were snow-covered. If you were willing to pretend it was cold, you could get a very nice illusion going. Also between the rain and temperatures thirty degrees cooler than the day before, it was kind of cold.

Trivia: John Lawrence's line, dividing East New Jersey and West New Jersey in 1719, was never formally accepted by the Proprietors of East and West New Jersey, but it was accepted de facto by both sets. Source: New Jersey From Colony to State, 1609 - 1789, Richard P McCormick.

Currently Reading: Roving Mars: Spirit, Opportunity, and the Exploration of the Red Planet, Steve Squyres.


PS: Getting serious with Gillian's now.

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From the part of Gillian's Wonderland Pier outside the castle, but inside from the boardwalk. View of the Haunted House --- look at all those skeletons, including one on the roof --- and a side view of the Giant Ferris Wheel. Also of the larger of their roller coasters, Runaway Train Coaster.


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Ticket/wristband booth, including art of Wonder Bear and his partner on the Musik Express. The other ticket booths have them on other rides. I didn't get a complete set of pictures.


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The Wonder Bear holding up some ride tickets above one of the ticket/wristband booths.


Sunday was our last full day in Denver. It was also the first time we properly met our AirBnB hosts. We'd met the husband before; he was there when we first arrived, and we'd encountered him on setting out a few times. But the woman whom [profile] bunny_hugger had actually arranged the rental with had been out when we first arrived, and we'd missed her since then. This, a late Father's Day breakfast with their daughter and her husband(?), and her daughter's dog, was the first chance we had to talk with them. They also offered us some leftover mango, even more food on top of the abundances they'd left in the mini-fridge and all. Well, we were falling over ourselves to say how nice we had found the place, just perfectly fitted to our needs. We had to admit we had no idea whether their instructions for the TV worked; we just hadn't tried turning it on. And we got to talk about our fresh impressions of Elitch Gardens and of Lakeside Park and how much we just delighted in them.

The day was cooler. Much cooler. And threatening rain. The week leading up to our visit the days in Denver had all been in the 90s and sunny with intermittent thunderstorms, as happened at Elitch Gardens. Now it was twenty, maybe thirty degrees cooler. And rainy. We were packed for hot summer days, and didn't even have miniature umbrellas. We were not set up for cool. Nor rain.

We did have plans, though. Not to revisit the parks we'd been to, not just yet anyway. There was another. Not in Denver. But in Cascade, Colorado, about 60 miles south, is Santa's Workshop. Or possibly the North Pole. Or Santa's Workshop At The North Pole. The signs are ambiguous to the point of distraction. The point is, it's a small, family amusement park of the Santa Claus Village type. It dates to 1956, a great time for this kind of park. It promised to have only a single, kiddie roller coaster. But it would be a small holiday-themed park. Just our sort of thing. Also the sort of thing we could visit on a low-key, simpler day.

So. A thing we did not expect was that on a sunny July Sunday the entire population of Denver gets in the car and drives south to Colorado Springs. And that the entire population of Colorado Springs gets in the car and drives north to Denver. We expected this to be an hourlong drive and if not for the heavy traffic, it would have been.

On the way down we would need an extra bathroom break, and the first exit for that was Larkspur. If you have heard of this town ever, it is because of what it hosts the weekends of summer: the Colorado Renaissance Festival. Which draws quite the crowd. It's a town which has a gas station with a bathroom, as promised on the highway exit sign. The station is a couple miles off the Interstate, and just past the intersection for Renaissance Festival traffic to turn off. We knew of Larkspur, and we had plans to see it too. But not just then. It was too early. Also everyone in Larkspur who wasn't going to or performing in the Renaissance Festival was in the crowded back of the gas station, waiting to get to the bathroom before we exploded ourselves.

The result of the traffic, and the Larkspur diversion, was that we got to Cascade later than we hoped. But the course of getting there was great. We got to see some actual Rocky Mountain splendor, enormous fields of mountains --- which just don't happen in Michigan, and barely happen in New Jersey --- and astounding plays of color and shadow. And if the town Cascade, Colorado, sounds at all familiar --- well, you're fibbing. It does not. But there's an excellent chance you've heard of the area, as it's the vicinity of Pikes Peak.

Santa's Workshop at the North Pole is, indeed, at the gates to Pikes Peak: just past its parking lot is a gate for the Pikes Peak Highway, the start of a three-hour drive up to something near the summit that was a tempting thought too. The park itself is nestled in the hilly sides of ... well, the outskirts of the one Colorado mountain I could name. Heck of a setting. We could have used the time lost to traffic and the bathroom break at the park instead. But we were there and could enjoy our time anyway.

Trivia: The Alfonsine astronomical tables, sponsored by Castilian King Alfonso XI for 1252, estimated the year's length at (in sexagesimal fractions of a day) 365, 14, 33, 9, 57. That is, about 365.242 546 days to the year. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.

Currently Reading: The Complete Peanuts, 1950 - 2000, Charles Schulz. Editor Gary Groth.


PS: And now we worked our way to Gillian's Wonderland Pier.

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Christmas Gallery: an Ocean City (New Jersey) Christmas shop we encountered while trying to find Gillian's Wonderland Pier. We love this sort of thing but didn't have time to stop in. So this is a reminder that we have stuff to get back to.


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``Hi, I'm The Fry Guy''. Not sure there's much to add to this photograph except that the figure reminded me of these fries I saw in Utrecht that everybody there crazy loved but that I never tried. Also only in compiling these pictures did I notice the kid's carrying a poop emoji plushie. Really seems like a bad thing for a food-adjacent picture.


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Anyway it was a really, really misty, foggy evening. This is the Playland's Castaway Cove as we saw it from the boardwalk, where it fooled us into thinking it was the Gillian's Wonderland Pier we were looking for. You can see how little of Gale Force is even visible from here.