This all started when I read a news article on the Balboa Fun Zone carousel. It wasn't the original carousel, but it'd been there since the 1980's. The article mentioned it would be nickel rides on the last day. As I continued down the article it mentioned the carousel's closing would be part of the 75th Anniversary of the Fun Zone. They would also have deals from various vendors, live music, dime rides for the Ferris Wheel, an antique car show, and quarter harbor cruises. It made a point of saying Saturday only. Tink and I didn't have any plans that weekend so we packed the kids. They had beach parking but I decided to roll the dice and see if I could find a spot on a side street, not an easy task in our big van. After about 15 minutes I found a perfect spot on a small side street. I decided to pull as far forward as possible... pay it forward... in case anyone else needs a spot. I was hoping not to get boxed in, but we were going to be there most of the day.
First special of the day... Cotton Candy for 50 cents a bag. As much as I considered saying "no" I really didn't have an option. Tink was wise to tell me to only get 3 bags. The bags were huge, and there was more then enough for everyone to share.
The "last day of the carousel" holds special meaning for me. Growing up I remember the amazing carousel at Shoreline Village in Long Beach. I was a young adult when they took it out. This carousel was a lot smaller, and a lot more modern then the old one I remembered back in Shoreline... but I was still sad to hear it was going away. The kids had "a few" rides... since putting all of them on only cost a quarter. While Tink rode with the older ones I babysat the little guy. Since I hate sitting down I started walking around... and then I found the next little surprise.
The museum had wooden boat models for the kids to make. I'd scouted it out ahead of time. I felt guilty since it would be 4 kids. They showed me box after box of wooden boats waiting to be built and told me to go get the kids. The older 3 had no problems putting their respective boats together. The sails were construction paper, and they had all manner of small wooden boxes and barrels to decorate with. One of them even went to each boat and named it so there'd be no confusion. Our smallest girl did was so proud of herself. "I built a boat Daddy". She's almost 4... and both Tink and I were extremely proud of her.
What I hadn't thought through was that we now had a Spanish Armada (as the docents liked to call it). It meant we had no room in the wagon for the little one. Then I realized that even if we wanted to use the wagon, we couldn't take it on the Harbor Cruise.