This is part of a collection of parks, most of which have featured regularly on this blog: Bluebell Beach, Genesee Belle steam boat, the spray park at Bluebell beach and now, Huckleberry Railroad and Town.
Just as we arrived, it starting snowing huge heavy flakes--very festive and very cold.
We arrived just as a steam train was setting off. Frederick gave a squeal of excitement with the whistle blow--sounding quite a bit like a steam train.
Since we had about 30 minutes to kill before we were required to get in line to board our train, we wandered around the "village". It is a restored mid-19th century town with a working smithy and various other quaint Shoppes.
Everything that wasn't moving was covered in lights.
There is a restored early 20th century Merry-Go-Round. We decided to give it try--anything to get out of the cold artic air.
Still not fully recovered from the Ski Slopes ride I had to endure this past August at the City of Flags Carnival, I decided to let Simon enjoy some time with Frederick. We were promised that this ride would only last 3 minutes, as we were worried about missing our boarding time. Everyone was then told to hold on tight as, since it was an unreliable antique, it had a tendency to spin "very fast."
Simon said those were the longest three minutes of his life.
As much as we like Ferris Wheels--and who doesn't want to spin around and around high above the ground with the arctic blasts blowing through?--we decided to give it a miss and headed back toward the train.
There were an amazing number of little streets and Olde Worlde buildings scattered about.
Finally we are on the train. It was so cold outside and so stuffy inside (from the everyone stuffed tight into tiny seats) that the windows quickly steamed up. The train ride lasted about 40 minutes. We started out just at dusk but it quickly became pitch black out--which was the point as the whole ride is littered with giant light displays. At the point where the train turns around (some loop which the conductor told us the name for but I can't remember) they played 12 Days of Christmas over the speakers and there were 12 giant displays, each themed to the number in the song with a giant, flashing number--it was as if they had Frederick in mind when they set them up!
Frederick was very happy and excited to be on the train, just not very happy about having dozens of flash photos taken, all but this one too blurry to use. Once we got off the train, we were all suddenly starving. Frederick composed and sang a french fry song as we walked to the car in the parking lot. Now that we have all eaten and are home for the night, we can call it a day.
1 comment:
Great treat.
xM
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