So we parked and bought the day pass wristbands. Like Waldameer and Morey's Piers they have the thing where you can buy individual ride tickets or, if you have any economic sense whatsoever, a wristband, and scan it as you enter each ride. The main reason not to would be if you had someone who didn't want to ride but still was brought along as part of the party. Grandparents, in the stereotype. Non-rider admissions are almost gone from parks. I imagine it's only parks that used to have per-ride admissions that even could support them anymore.
Right away on the inside we saw the gift shop, inside a wonderful 1950s-styled building with old-fashioned hand-painted letters. Right away my good feelings were being reinforced. Hand-painted signs evoke the sort of home-grown touch that suggests a park is also an event created by people. All parks are, of course. But a park with things like that evoke our sense of touch. It mediates between the forces that made a thing exist and ourselves, the way feeling the grooves on a vinyl record makes it feel more intimately your experience than listening to a perfect string of bytes will.
And then next to the gift shop --- Fascination! We're new converts to this rolling-balls game but now that we know how fun it is we're looking for it everywhere. The game's in a dwindling few places (Conneaut Lake Park lost its Fascination machines, not in use, to a fire). Now we know of three, and this is the one nearest us to offer it. Our pinball friend MWS would be swiftly informed of this. He's still got a bunch of useless Fascination redemption tickets from when its parlor was taken out of Cedar Point.
And all this I'd experienced without actually doing anything at the park. It sets the day up for success, or for terribly high expectations.
I won't drag this point out. We had a fantastic day. There were some things we failed to get to, or to do enough, or that weren't running. These were minor things. In the main, it was a fantastic day, everything we could've hoped for from the park or for our anniversary. There's nothing to be upset about. Even the threat of rain avoided doing anything that would inconvenience us.
when bunny_hugger was last at Indiana Beach they had six roller coasters. One's been lost to time: Galaxi, an early-70s steel Zyklon, was taken out of commission in 2013. From the photographs it looks like it was kin to the Serpent, at Kokomo's. A modest roller coaster, one that used to be everywhere and is just fading away. Given what Indiana Beach went through it's probably a stroke of luck they only lost the one roller coaster. I'm sorry to have missed it.
We broke in the day and started increasing my roller coaster credits with Tig'rr Coaster. It's a pleasant ride with bobsled-style seating that we would find out could fit five people at once. It's the oldest roller coaster they still have, and an oddly cute name. Somehow it's that much friendlier for not being Tiger Coaster. The ride isn't immune to the increasingly macho, aggressive atmosphere of roller coasters. It's got a new logo from when bunny_hugger was around last. Instead of a cutely coiled-up tiger tail it shows claws grasping the word Tig'rr. It seems a bit much for a 40-foot-tall Jet Star model roller coaster, full of slow and swoopy curves, that's prone to getting stopped on its last hill if it hasn't quite got enough weight in the sluggish car, requiring a maintenance guy to climb the ladder and give it a shove.
Trivia: Stockholm's proposals to host the 1912 Olympics included dropping boxing from the schedule, as the sport was illegal in Sweden. As compromise, while boxing was left off the schedule, soccer was included. Source: Encyclopedia of the Modern Olympic Movement, Editors John E Findling, Kimberly D Pelle.
Currently Reading: Servants: A Downstairs History of Britain from the Nineteenth Century to Modern Times, Lucy Lethbridge.