I suggested that we take a little day trip to Waldameer Park on Sunday because why should Chooch get to have all the fun, amirite. Ravine Flyer II got some retracking done recently and I wanted to try it out for myself.
It takes about 2 hours to get to Erie, and we spent most of the time listening to a Megan Miranda audiobook that I ended up finishing on my own a few days later and do not recommend. I think it was called The Perfect Stranger. Who cares?
Anyway, we had a really nice time at Waldameer and I will get into the nitty gritty at a later date but not right now because it’s hot AF and I want to go to bed soon so instead let’s look at an array of Henry’s dumb faces at Waldameer.
Standing in line for Steel Tiger.
Standing in line for Steel Tiger: Portrait Mode.
Standing in line for Comet.
CAROUSELFIES aren’t the same without Chooch :(
Getting ready to wash down that pizza with a soft pretzel.
Henry, trying not to fall asleep on the train.
Henry, thinking about the impending 2 hour drive home.
Standing in line for Tilt-a-Whirl after waiting out a thunderstorm (evidence: my hair).
The “I Haven’t Ridden a Tilt-a-Whirl since 1987” face of impending regret.
That’s all for this sweltering Wednesday evening. I have nothing else to give, so sorry.