So, here I am on yet another vacation. With each trip comes a great escape and resolutions for a better, more efficient life at home. This little jaunt has brought us to Lake George, NY. I’ve rented a little cottage with my mom and the kids for the week. The cottage is nestled in a cute, family style ‘resort’. There are playgrounds, pools, picnic tables, bbq’s, a game room they call the ‘canteen’ and plenty of pine trees and little critters. Every cottage is occupied and there are kids running amok and parents drinking beer out of those foam beer cooler thingies. It’s all very Friday the 13th. I love it…so long as I don’t get murdered. If you’ve never been to Lake George it’s filled with 1950′s style motels and resorts, and exudes retro american family fun.
But this post isn’t about the trip itself, but a trip within a trip. On Monday we visited the Magic Forest. I’d been to Lake George prior to having kids and knew that beyond that gingerbread entrance was something spectacular. Years ago I had BD take my photo outside knowing that one day, I too would visit the Magic Forest, but it was not my time yet. Well the day finally arrived; the Magic Forest and all it’s whimsy awaited us.
The Magic Forest has been around since the 1940′s and looks like it’s hardly had an upgrade since its mid-century heyday. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to find Americana like this and let me tell you, it did not disappoint. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I geeked out like a high schooler on acid. I wished that I could have kicked out every last person and taken up residence like it was my Neverland Ranch. If I were an editor at a high fashion magazine I would make gorgeous models slank through the vintage forest village in trashy beautiful ensembles. I tortured Fritz with a million photos, made him wear a peter pan hat from the gift shop and was running around like a total spazz. If someone was to say to me “Samantha, now that you’ve won your tenth Super Bowl Championship, what are you going to do?”. I’d say “I’m going to the Magic Forest!”
The proof is in the pudding. Just look at this place….
This is who beckons you to escape reality for an afternoon and enter the Magic Forest zone. Isn’t he dreamy?
Beyond a sea of mini vans all your wishes can come true….if they involve fist-fulls of cotton candy, hokey magicians and humongos paper mache story folk.
Another friendly face.
Thank gawd we had an adult there to supervise us. Thanks mom!
There is a reoccurring Christmas thing happening throughout the Magic Forest. I’m pretty sure they’re trying to convince us that this is where Santa hangs out for the summer. Makes sense. You’ll seeeeee…..
As soon as this thing started to boogie Fritz ceased up and slumped down into ‘this isn’t happening’ mode. The ride was stopped and he exited stage left.
Now here was a ride Fritz could get down with. Oh and the hat. Let me explain….
This most incredible dusty-dead-stock-relic was bought in the gift shop where there were absolutely still a gift assortment from 1957. The ancient old lady behind the counter asks the child what color feather they want in their hat and then gingerly hands it over to the lucky lass. Fritz was the only kid in the park wearing one and I happily usurped it mid-way through the visit.
A creepy Cinderella exhibit and Fritz frolicking.
Jeepers Creepers! This thing was freaky.
This guy was a hack deluxe! At one point he’s doing a trick where he stuffs a bunch of hankies into a ‘empty’ velvet sack. In mid stuff he accidentally drops the bag and it makes a thud on the floor. He say’s ‘oops’ continues his trick to reveal a live dove. The audience was in awe. The trick sucked but the guy just dropped a bird on stage. Riveting stuff.
Ta-Da! At the end of the magic show they tell you they’re going to take the audience to see the nations only diving horse. I’ve seen this shit in Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons but I never saw it in real life. The poor horse didn’t want anything to do with it but had obviously been tortured to perform this hideous stunt. It was kinda sad.
The magic pan.
Christmas in July!
Poor Santa. He wasnt even in swim trunks by a pool. He’s forced to spend summers in a hot little hut with nothing but a fan and a sleigh bed in the corner. Also he didn’t speak…um, yea, that’s what made it weird. Fritz is terrified, I’m elated.
The magical food court. I asked for juice and they gave me blue drank. Every child’s dream.
That concludes our trip to the Magic Forest. Memories we’re made and I hope you stay in business for ever more. See you next year!!!
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