For real, I went to the Stardate website to find it.
I have returned to where the world is Flat. Hell week is over, but the pain still rears it's ugly head. It is something in the shoulder now. The price of getting old.
I had a great weekend, a short weekend, but great non the less. Bapple & I took the bike up through Franconia Notch. Had lunch, and learned that you now have to PAY to see the bears at Clark's Trading Post. What a bunch of shit that was!
If you are not familiar with Clark's, it is a Family run place that has been around for a long time. They have wild bears (all the same family of bears) that for generations come there all summer and do tricks & stuff and in the winter, they are released back in the wild to hibernate. These bears return to this place on their own accord. Well, when I was a kid, you drove in and could look down into their pen from the parking lot and send food into them. There was a gumball machine there filled with feed and you put it in the can and lowered or raised it to the bear via pulley. This is gone now. Where you used to look in is all boarded up. This is so you go pay the $18 to get into their growing amusement park. Needless to say I was thoroughly disappointed to see yet another thing from my youth GONE!
Any way that's enough ranting.
Live long & prosper. 5:48PM 6/25/07
2 comments:
Clarks...
won't make as much money from you being able to see and feed the bears, then from forcing you to pay out the arse to get into an amusement park that looks pretty drab.
This is your seester, Mikhail. WAHHH! That peeve me about Clark's.
Our cat is a little black bear. Twenty pounds of little black bear cat.
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