T’was the day before my birthday (Tuesday the 29th) and we left Branson bright and early for Kansas City – the one in Missouri. Trust me, it was tempting to find an excuse to cross over into Kansas and knock another state off the list but we didn’t have time.

According to my vacation journal, it wasn’t all that bright and early – more like 8am, and I noted that I would not be missing the hideous TRUMP MERCHANDISE STORE that sprayed us with fascism every time we drove past. I wanted to scream TRUMP HATES YOU to some fat old white couple that were exiting at one point but I didn’t think fast enough to get the window down. Now I want to go back and just drive back and forth screaming EPSTEIN FILES until my throat bleeds.

Sorry not sorry, I know this isn’t vacation-related but please set yourself aflame and fuck off if you’re MAGA and reading this. You’re all cunts.

OK back to the road. To Chooch’s chagrin, Henry had that whole bag of peanut brittle to nosh on during the drive, and this set him off in a big way at one point when he witnessed Henry sticking his whole peanut brittled-hand into his mouth. Henry tried to play it off like Chooch was overreacting but I saw it too and it was giving Neanderthal so I told him he brings down the value of our family when he does shit like this. Bitch.

We crossed over this lake and I was like, “OMG SO MANY REFERENCES TO TRUMAN!” which I wouldn’t have noticed if our beloved Pappos server hadn’t been named Truman. We thought this was so coincidental until I was perusing Roadside America for tourist traps and noted that there were some Harry Truman historical sites on there so I cried, “Ohhhhh! It’s because HARRY S TRUMAN was FROM Missouri!”

Mystery solved. :(

DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT TRUMAN IS A DISTANT RELATIVE??

Worlds of Fun! I will tell you right now that this might have been the hottest day yet. It was high 90s and the “feels like” was around 112 or 114 I think Henry said?? Just the walk from the car to the entrance had me feeling drained.

Luckily the carousel was right at the entrance so I was like, “THIS. NOW. BEFORE WE GET TOO GROSS.”

Chooch was pouting immediately because it was his turn to take the #carouselfie, lol.

It was a carousel. Nothing memorable.

Immediately I was impressed with the theming. I love parks that get internationalicious.

I remember from here, we got in Patriot which is a B&M suspended coaster and it was very nice + a walk-on. The park had already been open for a good hour by the time we got there and it was not crowded at all. HOWEVER, what kind of threw a wrench in that was that, immediately after getting off Patriot, we found out that the wild mouse-y coaster was closed for the day AND MAMBA WAS DOWN. Literally, an empty train was chilling on the lift hill and it was honestly the greatest disappointment I experienced during the whole trip. IT WAS ON THE LIST I POSTED THE NIGHT BEFORE WE LEFT OF MY MOST ANTICIPATED RIDES, IF YOU REMEMBER! I still don’t even know what the issue was but it pissed me off so much.

From there, we walked to Zambezi Zinger, the newest coaster – I think it just opened last season? I stopped caring about coaster YouTube for a while there. It didn’t seem like the line was THAT long until you factored in that the ops were kind of slow (they WERE running 2 trains from what I remember, though). Plus, the boomerang next to it was ALSO DOWN so that was THREE CLOSED COASTERS – of course people were going to be flocking to this one!

We ended up standing in line for about 45 minutes I guess, with no shade, and I could feel the sweat dripping from my neck all the way down to my butt. I was wearing linen shorts AND NOT TO BE GROSS YOU GUYS BUY THEY LOOKED LIKE I PEED MYSELF. I was just sopping wet with sweat without even moving. It was so miserable.

The good thing is that there were no assholes in line. No line jumpers. In fact, we had no bad experiences with anyone in the park all day.

So, Zambezi Zinger! It has a pretty cool story. The OG Zambezi looked like this:

Steel with toboggan-style trains where you sit in line – similar to log flumes, but these are so awkward with coasters! Anyway, this coaster lives in a park in Colombia now (I tried to get Henry to want to go there last Christmas but he was being annoying about it), and the park decided to pay homage to it by recreating it in a sense as a wooden coaster, even giving it the same spiral lift hill.

It’s now encaged in this corrugated metal tunnel and I heard that the reasoning was so it can still operate in the rain. I guess when the new Zinger was unveiled, the lift hill was exposed and if the track got wet, the train couldn’t ascend. I didn’t experience it without the tunnel but thoosies HATE IT because it’s too loud now. I mean, it was whatever. I was just happy that it was running.

And we all really enjoyed it! Would I stand in a long line for it again while probably getting skin cancer on my scalp? Smrobably not but that was nice of you to ask.

On the train after eating at whatever the Mexican place is in the park. I had a veggie burrito bowl and it was actually quite satisfying; Chooch had a burrito and didn’t like it because the beans were refried and he was hoping they were black beans. Henry ended up eating our sloppy seconds haha.

To be honest, I was just happy to be sitting in A/C. When I think back to this day, my most vivid memory is just – drinking out of every water fountain we passed like a fucking stray dog.

But the train was nice! It took us all around and gave us some cool views of Prowler and Zambezi Zinger.

Oh, I do need to note that we made it there just as the train returned and all of the passengers had exited, but we couldn’t board yet because some fucking little kid was having his picture taken with the “conductor” who looked like Blake circa Warped Tour, and the other “train engineers” who again – just teenagers. It was so annoying because the pageant mom was like, “LET’S GET ANOTHER” and they were just snapping away like it was One Direction – I didn’t understand. Then when the family finally left, the little kid was screaming his head off, like, whatta brat! That fucking kid didn’t deserve those pictures WITH THE FAKE TRAIN PEOPLE.

Spoiler – the Boomerang did end up opening. It was actually testing while we were in line for Zambezi Zinger so we ended up riding it later. It was….a Boomerang. You always get the GP on these rides, and they act like they’ve never been on any amusement park ride before so you end up sitting there while the ride ops are repeatedly telling them things like, I don’t know, “You have to put on a shirt on.”

“Put the Epstein Files in that bin over there so they don’t blow away.”

You know, obvious disclaimers.

Yeah I just really thought the theming was a beaute.

We didn’t ride this – you guys, it was so hot, just the sight of most of the flat rides there made me feel like puking. I would have loved to though because Kennywood recently replaced their Enterprise with some new-fangled version and it just doesn’t hit like these old school ones.

This one is way prettier than Kennywood’s Enterprise was, though.

I think this was on the way to Prowler, which we couldn’t find at first.

Henry was like I WILL SIT THIS ONE OUT because there were so many bad woodies on this trip that he was ruined, lol. So he was making me and Chooch be the woodie guinea pigs.

Yo. Prowler SLAPPED. We got the back row. The father/son duo in front of us rode the whole time with their elbows on the side of the car and their fist under their chin, I guess it was their THANG you know, like their little coaster challenge. We ended up staying on because it was a station wait and no one was waiting for the back row, so Chooch decided he was going to ride the whole way doing the chin/fist thing too because, well, that’s Chooch for you.

(BTW the dad looked like Jack Griffith from AP Bio / whatever his character’s name is on Always Sunny, so we kept referring to him as AP Bio. You just would have had to have been there OK, don’t think too much into it.)

We did get Henry to ride it too and ended up going back later for more rides. The crew was SO FUN. Literally everyone working in this park had such a mid personality but this crew was like unhinged. The one time we went back, one of the girls said to Chooch, “Hey, he has a question for you—” and the boy crew member next to her was like, “No! Don’t listed to her” and they were going back and forth over this – Chooch was barely paying attention but I was ALL EARS!!! The mystery of the whole road trip.

WHAT WAS THE QUESTION????

Chooch *was* wearing a Drexel shirt so maybe it was about that??

(Literally all of his shirts that he packed, with the exception two Clairo shirts, were free participation shirts he got from school. He was a walking midwest advertisement for Drexel.)

Ew.

We made Chooch cart us around. I have nothing to say about these antique cars – they were fine.

Immediately afterward, Chooch and I made the ride operator have to get up, sigh heavily, pick up her measuring stick, and open the gate for us for these little swinging boats. SO SORRY.

Honestly, this park was NOT crowded. And the second time we went back to ride Zambezi, the line was only about 10 minutes long. The crowds had definitely dispersed.

We watched this weird parade and it made me uncomfortable.

Before heading out, we rode Patriot one more time. There was a real little girl in the row behind us who had never been on anything that extreme before and she was not having it. Her sisters kept saying, “Wooo!” and she was screaming, “Not woo!!”

I liked Patriot – I like most coasters like this – but what I didn’t like was that when it comes back to the brake run, the last two cars are suspended over air while the rest of the train is over top of a grated floor. Both times we were in the back and second to back so we just sat there with nothing but the ground beneath us, waiting for the train in the station to be sent so that we could pull in. I didn’t like that.

It was around 5PM when we decided to call it. It was SO HOT. And Mamba clearly was down for the day.

My thoughts: it was a pretty park but two coasters (+ another one that was on the website as being down all summer for planned maintenance so that wasn’t a surprise) being down was not a good look. That really disappointed me. I think that if you go to a park and not everything is operating, you should get a partial refund or comped somehow! As sad as I am about Mamba, we likely will not ever be back out to that park so that was my only chance of riding it.

But – perils of being a thoosie. Unpredictable weather and ride closures can really ruin a day! I wouldn’t say our day was RUINED though – Prowler was so fucking good. Like, shockingly good. I got a magnet and Chooch got a shirt – his only shirt of the whole trip because “nothing else stood out” to him. He’s very hard to impress.

And then we drove to Iowa!!

You can read about the rest of that night here. 

More to come! (Everyone at work hates it when management says that in meetings haha. I AM MANAGEMENT. Of Oh Honestly Erin.)

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