Knott's Scary Farm Halloween Haunt 2011 Report
Sept. 29, 2011
Greetings, my friend. You are interested in the unknown, the mysterious, the unexplainable... that is why you are here. So now, for the first time, we are giving you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony of the miserable souls who survived this terrifying ordeal. Can your heart stand the shocking facts of the true story of Knott's Scary Farm's Haunt 2011!?
(with apologies to Edward D. Wood, Jr.)
Saturday, Sept. 24th was the day for a special Theme Park Review/Mice Chat group event at Knott's Berry Farm's Halloween Haunt and The Season Pass' Doug and I were on hand to record another Scary Farm podcast and take in The Haunt That Started It All, again.
What a day. Some great rides in the early afternoon, an AMAZING podcast recording, and then the Haunt itself. Crazy-fun good times.
Sure, the 13 mazes/rides may not all be award-winners; sure, I wish there were more creatures wandering around both inside and outside the mazes; and sure, it looks like they don't have the budget that Universal Studios has. But one thing is evident throughout: this month-long party is crafted by people who love what they do and have so much fun doing it, year after year. And that's why I love Knotts' Haunt, flaws and all.
Berry happy to be here!
It was still pretty grey at noon, when Doug and I got to the park, but the sun would burn through later. Hi, Mexi-WindSeeker!
Ah, Ghost Town. Always awesome, but at its awesomest when filled with ghosts, ghouls, and demonic beasties.
The guy or gal who first thought to use cheesecloth as decorative cobwebbing? I tip my hat to you.
Since we had a few hours to play before getting down to podcast business, we did some riding, first on Xcelerator. I don't think I'll ever get used to that gunshot launch. Savagely blissful.
We didn't get on it at night as we hoped to, but Supreme Scream was so scary-fun that we rode twice in the space of about five minutes. (Can I brag for a moment? Held my hands and legs up and out both times for the power-drop. There was a time, pretty recently, when I'd have rather eaten broken glass.)