As is usual with young master Clark in new situations, he was fairly sober about the whole thing. Even the rides that he really liked and wanted to go on multiple times. The water slide was a classic example... he was nervous about it, but he genuinely wanted to ride it, so he just sorta got quiet and steeled himself.

DW struggles mightily to stay on theme. The height chart delineates according to precious gems, part of the medieval theme... and not offensive to boys young enough to not be bothered by being labeled an "emerald" for the day. Not yet, anyway.

Clark is plenty old enough to realize that this ride sucks. It's so slow that the bulldozers only go around the circle twice.

Let's go on the log boat ride instead...

DW recently added a Duke the Dragon sculpture to the boat ride. So it is no longer a frightening tyrannosaur painted purple in an attempt to resemble Barney, I MEAN DUKE.

Yes, yes, we have a town named Intercourse. I wonder how many RVs across America have these impudent pot holders hanging from the paneling.

I don't know why I only took pictures of the lame rides. This train car wasn't even a ride; it's an upper body exercise machine. The track is so long that it is impossible for any child to get through it without giving up.

I've lived here my entire life and I still can't guess what the pretzel connection is. Maybe somebody around here makes them. Presumably someone Dutch. Which means German.

I'll never stop finding this funny... the monorail (one of the few still in operation outside of Disney!) loops out across the parking lot.