Thinking of St. Nick brings me to a couple of my Cotton Candy parks, winds me down the road to their entrances, and lets me recall their gingerbread goodness - even though some were visited in the deep, dark Summer.
Santa's North Pole Workshop, right at the foot of Pike's Peak in Colorado, is the quintessential Christmas park year 'round, 24/7, through and through...
And nowhere else, as far as I know, can one ride an actual reindeer-go-'round! That's me and Rudolph.
You can sidle up to the actual North Pole...
And then there's the candy cane slide, the same one I slid down as a pipsqueak back in the late 60s...
still thrilling taller pipsqueaks in the present day.
More recently, Ben and I had the immense pleasure of visiting Storybook Land in Egg Harbor County, NJ. This versatile playground of a park includes fairytale scenes, rides and a sugar plum fairyland of a Christmas section. I also learned they have a holiday festival complete with the jolly old elf, reindeer, and thousands of twinkling lights. But on this sweltering August day...
Wwwhat? Another North Pole? Will the real North Pole please stand up... oh, wait. You ARE standing...
Like the Queen of England, I'm inspecting the troops.
But what delighted me the most was the display of holiday animated characters. Could these little snowbabies be the same ones who adorned the Marshall Fields windows back in the day?
Back home, Santa's Village has been resurrected as Santa's Village Azoosment Park; the classic structures still stand.
Check in with my post tomorrow and perhaps Santa will leave a few images you haven't seen since you were a tot, ready to pull apart your Christmas stocking with glee.
A companion blog for my book, "The Cotton Candy Road Trip"
Showing posts with label Storybook Land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storybook Land. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday on the Blog With Photos! I'm LATE!
Many apologies for being late and not very up-to-date with my blog postings, but especially with my Sunday on the Blog with Photos posts! A lot has been going on at the Turley (that's Turlow-Dooley, for those unenlightened) household in the last month or so, but now things have ironed themselves out a bit and I can regain my focus on the blog, the book, the whole shebang.
So, no time to say hello-goodbye!!!
(Photo from the Alice in Wonderland walk through portion of Storybook Land in Egg Harbor County, NJ, one of the greatest storybook parks you'll ever visit. Time got away from me there, too!)
So, no time to say hello-goodbye!!!
(Photo from the Alice in Wonderland walk through portion of Storybook Land in Egg Harbor County, NJ, one of the greatest storybook parks you'll ever visit. Time got away from me there, too!)
Labels:
Alice in Wonderland,
Storybook Land,
White rabbit
Friday, August 5, 2011
Rockin' it, old school.
I can hardly catch my breath after the amazing onslaught of history, charm, grime, magic, wonder and hope I encountered today. I'm tired, I'm spent, I'm slightly tipsy after a glass of pinot grigio. What I will tell you is this: I'm rolling along through the last leg of my Road Trip, on the East Coast, where I'll tackle 9 parks (yes, you read that correctly) in less than a week.
What have I seen so far? The sweetness and childhood hope of Storybook Land. The perfect summer evening at Gillian's Wonderland (and some might fine coconut macaroon ice cream). Keansburg Park's embrace of the old and new. And Coney Island's cornucopia of Wonder Wheel, red hots, red hot mamas, freak shows and amazingly sad/happy/glittery/seamy history.
I'm going to sleep well tonight. Very well. Because I'm Cotton Candying again, winding down this tremendous journey, and collecting some of the most incredible, heart-wrenching stories yet.
What have I seen so far? The sweetness and childhood hope of Storybook Land. The perfect summer evening at Gillian's Wonderland (and some might fine coconut macaroon ice cream). Keansburg Park's embrace of the old and new. And Coney Island's cornucopia of Wonder Wheel, red hots, red hot mamas, freak shows and amazingly sad/happy/glittery/seamy history.
I'm going to sleep well tonight. Very well. Because I'm Cotton Candying again, winding down this tremendous journey, and collecting some of the most incredible, heart-wrenching stories yet.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)