The Prusinowskis have a longstanding Hershey Park tradition. We’ve gone nearly every year since I was born. In fact, my mom and dad had a date there before they were married, and we picnicked there when I was one. Over the years, it’s become a Father’s Day tradition. Here are some fun shots from last weekend. Yeah we’re nerds. And we love it.
Here comes the boom: Kar and Dad taking off on Storm Runner. It launches from 0-72 mph in 2 seconds flat. Naturally, we must ride the front.
The Wild Mouse. Such a strange ride. As it careens around corners, this teeny tiny coaster gives the illusion that you’re gonna fall off the edge of the track. Mice be crazy!
The Flying Falcon is just the dumbest ride ever, which makes Karen and me love it all the more. Four giant arms suspend with seven Falcon cars that spin sideways in a circular motion. And it’s hideous. J’adore.
We’re too impatient for the Ferris Wheel. But this captures the beauty of the day.
We conclude each visit to Hershey Park with the Carousel. It’s the oldest ride in the park, an American classic.
I call this teen angst. Earn those summer dollars buddy! It gets better.