Yesterday we went to Holiday Park, the place Mom used to work 25 years ago, in 1987, as a proffessional water-skier! We arrived, and I discovered that it was just like Canada's Wonderland or Disneyland with roller-coasters and face-painting and shows and people dressed in lumpy, fuzzy costumes that look ridiculous.
First we started with the Free Fall, which is similar to the Drop Zone in Canadas Wonderland or the Hellevator in the P.N.E., except that I wasn't allowed on the Drop Zone because somebody got their leg cut off on it. Anyways, that was my first ride like that.
Next we went to the . . .
First we started with the Free Fall, which is similar to the Drop Zone in Canadas Wonderland or the Hellevator in the P.N.E., except that I wasn't allowed on the Drop Zone because somebody got their leg cut off on it. Anyways, that was my first ride like that.
Next we went to the . . .
rafting ride (three times, actually, we went on it three times) and I got SOAKED! So mcuh that Dad had to come with me back to the car so I could change my shoes and socks and pants!
While Dad and I made our way to the car, Mom and Birch found a ride called Expedition G-force, the biggest roller coaster in the park. We met them there and found that Mom had gone on it once and did NOT want to go on again. Dad somehow convinced me to go on, but by the time I was sitting in the seat I was past the point of 'anxious'. Birch came and hopped into the seat in front of us, and I've never found the click-clack-clack-click-click-click-clack of the tracks so terrifying! It reminds me that it's a machine... A machine that COULD breack down!
I kept my eyes shut tight as we gathered speed and flew down the first hump (or rather hill -- mountain, maybe) with TOO much speed! I clung to the bar and my seat. If I'd opened my mouth to scream somethign else besides noise would come out. By the end I was the slightest bit shaken, but decided to go on again, this time determined to peak out a little.
After a few more times going up and down on the roller coaster, Mom suggested that we'd probably lost more brain cells than I could count and that we should get a move on the the water-ski show. We ate our picnic lunch, and then took our place in the stands...
I kept my eyes shut tight as we gathered speed and flew down the first hump (or rather hill -- mountain, maybe) with TOO much speed! I clung to the bar and my seat. If I'd opened my mouth to scream somethign else besides noise would come out. By the end I was the slightest bit shaken, but decided to go on again, this time determined to peak out a little.
After a few more times going up and down on the roller coaster, Mom suggested that we'd probably lost more brain cells than I could count and that we should get a move on the the water-ski show. We ate our picnic lunch, and then took our place in the stands...
The skiers did marvelous tricks, their costumes fabulous! The special show they had on was with zombies, aliens, Darth Vader and gangsters... They perfomed in beautifully, and there were a lot of magic tricks too! It was great, and afterward we got to go behind the scenes, and Mom told them all about her time here and we even looked along the rows of skis which were signed by performers every year -- we managed to find some friends of Mom's name, but no luck with her own... The first ski there was was from a year after she left.
After that we explored the rest of the park, but at the end of the day, Birch and I rode the Expeidition G-Force (my first time on such a roller-colaster without an adult -- Mum and Daddy were at a cafe near the entrance to the park) five times, and I even managed to put up my arms and open my mouth (forget the mouth part when you're the first car -- way too many bugs!).
-Allie
P.S. All the blogs from here on after were actually written during the trip (on the plane still counts), even though they were posted much later.
-Allie
P.S. All the blogs from here on after were actually written during the trip (on the plane still counts), even though they were posted much later.
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