Knott’s Berry Farm 2012
Thursday, June 28th, 2012
Although the Disney extravaganza had seen it’s final day, I still had one more classic amusement park to visit before I could color this trip completed. Although I had been to the Knott’s Berry Farm Halloween event known as Knott’s Scary Farm last October, I had never really gotten to enjoy a ‘traditional’ visit to the park. Since they were now owned by Cedar Fair, this once low-key tourist destination had blossomed into a full-fledged amusement park. In other words, there had been some huge roller coasters added, which blended in rather oddly with some of the classic attractions. No matter, I liked both styles of rides for what they were, and enjoyed my experience there to the hilt. Read the rest of this entry »
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