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The Graveyard of Fun: Krazy Acres (Thompson, Illinois)

Motorcycling up the Great River Road between the Quad Cities and Dubuque, I stumbled across one of my favorite things: an abandoned amusement park. In this case, a small, local operation, so no rusting skeletons of roller coasters, which dialed down the Decrepit Creepiness, but there was a mini-golf course overrun with weeds, which compensated with extra Bland Sadness.

Talk about staying out of the rough... you get off the fairway here and you're going to need a new ball.

Can you hear the ghostly crackle of recorded calliope music through the rusted speaker, the buzzing of lights long dead?

A rotting wooden clown with golf ball-stealing holes in his face.  It's like he's saying, "Come, little ones, see the nothingness behind my decaying aspect." 

The clown is the most exciting hole on the course by a mile.  Maybe if the festoonery had been a little more wacky they would have survived as a business.

Nah, probably not.

Ah, a maze.  What's more fun than getting lost?

Have your CARD, kids, because you pay MONEY for the card, see, and that's how we finance this Taj Mahal of jollity.  Plywood ain't free, shortstack.

NO, you can't leave this way.  I don't care how hungry or tired you are.  Go find the right way out or die trying.

Help!  I'm lost!  This is so much fun!

I think this is what behavioral scientists call a "token economy".

Well, that's pretty anticlimactic.  The plants started getting in before I could get out.

Despite this sad sidewalk admonition, (okay, actually it says "stay back"), it's time for me to go.  There are other crumbling places to discover, other mausoleums of cheap commercial amusement to dig out from under the weeds.   Goodbye, Krazy Acres.



THIS is what I have been waiting for. Living for, actually. You have no idea how much excitement this lends to my life at the moment.
XOXO Sistren


Glad to accommodate.
I think this almost tops the outdoor movie! Close call, though.
I have a penchant for abandoned businesses as well. Amusement parks possess a particularly striking contrast between what was and what is (or isn't). I especially love the "Go back, not an exit" sign. Both amusing and sad.
I figured you'd like Krazy Acres. I think you're onto something there... decay sort of strips meaning down to its essence.
Oh, I like funfair much better than amusement park. But whatever you call them, I'd love to live in the ruins of one, preferably in a trailer that used to belong to a magician or ventriloquist.


I like your smiling photos in this entry and the previous one. I hope it reflects your mood. Don't be afraid to enter smiling photos in your blog.

I try to remember to smile more as i go through the day. I usually don't. If i learn to smile more often, it would truly reflect the way i usually feel.