Park Entrance

 Everyone wants pictures by the entrance.  You know the place. Right after you get through the turnstiles there's a nice flower garden and the train station. Then, you walk beyond that, go under the bridge, and there's even more good places for photos.  Let's take a look at some of the pics we've taken around the entrance over the years.

Valentine's decorations from when we went one time in February.

This is the "other side" of the train station. 

Here's one with a bunch of kids!

If you go to the right, under the bridge, and keep looking to the right you can find where this pic was taken. "Do you even lift, bro?"

Yet another one by the flowers and the train station.

Here are some kids out front.

This one looks like it was taken the same day as the one above, but with more people in it.

Here is another one in front of the flowers, but from a different angle.

Okay, I think that's enough for today. There are a lot more, of course, but those are enough for one day. 

Enjoy this part of the story:

The Haunted Mansion Adventure

With full bellies and churro crumbs on their shirts, the group headed toward the ominous, creaking gates of the Haunted Mansion. The kids were thrilled, and even the adults couldn’t deny the eerie excitement that filled the air as they approached the famous New Orleans-style manor.

"Think any of the ghosts like churros?" Gage asked as they entered the dark queue.

"If they do, they're going to be jealous," Reagan said, holding her last churro stick close.

The eerie organ music played softly in the background, and the group’s chatter turned to whispers as they moved through the spooky halls.

“I wonder if the ghosts in here remember the days when churros were only three bucks,” Brandon quipped, making Scot laugh.

"Well, let’s hope they’re not haunting us because we didn’t share," Julene added with a grin.

As they piled into the stretching room, the children stared up at the portraits, waiting for the moment they’d reveal their darker secrets. The room started to stretch, and Lincoln, always a bit of a prankster, leaned over to Roman. “Bet you ten bucks that portrait over there was a churro dealer.”

“Churro dealers in Haunted Mansion?” Roman snorted. “That’s the best side hustle I’ve ever heard of.”

As the ghost host finished his speech, the doors opened, and the group moved forward, ready to take their doom buggy ride through the mansion. From honey-loving bears to churro-loving families, they were about to see a whole new kind of adventure.