I loves me some nineteen-fitties Knott's Berry Farm!
Each day (presumably during the busy months?) the KBF train was robbed, and each day the robber was shot and kilt. KILT! Crime doesn't pay, except for when it does. You can see the thievin' varmint's hilarious, lifeless corpse about to be hauled away to become tomorrow's hamburgers. This is an interesting view because there is no Calico Mountain yet (it would be there in a year, though); beyond those trees was a stadium for horse shows that nobody wanted to see. Anybody know what that little building is just to the left of the train engine?
Just north of the wagon camp (and right near the lake) was this lovely flamingo pond. And not just flamingos, but chickens, and penguins, all living together in peace and harmony. We could learn a lot from those delicious birds. Notice the parking lot full of awesome cars, all sturdy products from Detroit, I'll wager.
Hey, I noticed that when I right-click these photos to see them larger, I no longer get the annoying and unwanted slideshow!