Thursday, September 18, 2014
I love me some vintage Knott's Berry Farm. And so should you!
You can have your photo taken with a genuine Indian, and he even brought along a spare headdress for you to wear. I hope the person before you didn't have head lice. Try not to think about it, I'm sure it will be fine. Dad is negotiating like he always does. "A dollar? Who do you think I am, John D. Rockefeller?!". His daughter looks so 50's in her skirt and saddle shoes.
Over in the Ghost Town you have another opportunity to record a treasured memory. I dunno, I think I like the teepee background a little bit more.
What do you do when you have lots of logs, but no way to move them? Why, you get yourself one of these babies. What an impressive machine, just look at those iron clad wheels. It's like an 1880's Truckasaurus! When you're done hauling your logs, you can…. well, actually, you can't do much else with it. Why not abandon it at Knott's Berry Farm?