Knoebels: The Bad And The Ugly

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The banjo music that I heard was either off in the distance or in my head. And it weren’t no Roy Clark ner Buck Owens good-time Hee Haw banjo pickin’ neither (no Misty Rowe or Gunilla Hutton sittin’ on bales of hay slapping their knees to the tune).  No, it was a haunting, uneasy kind of banjo sound.  Like it was being played by a thick-fingered illiterate with dead rabbits in his pockets.

… or some city-slicker with a gun to his head.

As I navigated our minivan through the campground toward our cabin, the banjo was replaced by the pounding, thrashing guitar of white supremacy.

Dude, is that Hatred Rock?  Turn it up.

Nestled in the bosom of Pennsylvania, lies Knoebels — an old fashioned amusement park and campground that was described to me as quaint and “cheap as hell.”  I was all in, and so was my sister and her family and our friends and their children. 

Forget that I banged my shin on five different trailer hitches walking from my van into the park; I was determined to have a good time.  Even if having a good time meant taking pictures of all the local oddities I passed with seemingly every stride.

Welcome to my Knoebels’ weekend photo journal:

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In case you’re wondering why those two guys look so crammed, it’s a kiddie roller coaster.

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These were both taken the same day. I actually saw him in a black shirt later that afternoon. A little odd, unless he’s triplets.

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The local talent.

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There were rides for the children of the Aryan Nation.

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They loved that Red Baron ride when they were kids.

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Hey, it’s Peg Bundy from Sons of Anarchy

Some strange tattoos and wardrobe choices were the order of the weekend:

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Sweet!

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Yep, that’s a fur vest. It was only 95 degrees after all.

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Stay back, fellas. She’s all mine.

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I’m pretty sure that’s Dwight Schrute’s cousin.

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This sleepy-eyed fuck was sitting near a group of teenage girls (presumably his nieces) mumbling, “You got nice boobs,” under his breath.

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I thought it was a little strange that the park’s train ride would run so close to the local prison.  So I asked the ride’s attendant, turns out that’s the pool area.

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Despite some of the questionable characters we shared the park with, I still felt safe. People in Underoos have always put me at ease.

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Thee End.

Stay tuned for part two – Knoebels: The Good, including my POV video from the front seat of the Twister roller coaster.

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6 Responses to “Knoebels: The Bad And The Ugly”

  1. you got a purty mouf Reply 14. Aug, 2010 at 11:06 am

    It’s like a ‘People of Wal-Mart’ convention. Disturbing, yet I cannot look away. Maybe I should just get a season pass.

  2. We have Cedar Point here. Same shit. It’s like they forgot that they were going in public. Oh, and they all match at Cedar Point. It’s like the whole family bought matching Budweiser t-shirts and went out. Oh, and Father’s Day is Gay Pride day. Don’t ever, ever, ever take your children to Cedar Point on Father’s Day unless you want to explain what Drag Queens are.

  3. As a wise soul once proclaimed (on my wedding night, I believe):
    “I’ve never been so less aroused by so much flesh.”
    You, my friend, have a beautiful gift for not only bringing hometown America into sharp focus, but for absolutely ruining my appetite this morning. Classic.

  4. Oh, come on. Knobel’s isn’t all that bad. It’s kind of a piece of America’s recent past that’s frozen in time. As far as some of the people you see there, it’s very close to the coal region so it’s not exactly a cosmopolitan crowd. But it’s pretty poor behavior to make fun of them. i mean what the hell.

    • Big Buford,
      I actually had a blast at Knoebels. In case this is the first post you’ve read here, I tend to exaggerate for humor’s sake, and most of the time you’ll find the person I make fun of most is myself.

      That said, there were some real sights at Knoebels I would have been remiss if I had not shared them here on MY site. Thanks for reading.

  5. Oh look, pictures of people you see.. everywhere… ? I guess I don’t get it because I get out alot and see stuff like this all the time.