I distinctly remember, growing up in Erie, thinking, “There is nothing to do.”
So why now, when I visit my parents with my children, is the weekend a whirlwind of activity, a blur, a veritable smorgasbord of things to do?
Saturday, we went to the Erie Zoo, which is much improved since I worked there as a teen.
That line you see behind the rhinos? The zoo was having some kind of frozen safari promotion day. It was packed. Before lunch, we had Rita’s ice, ice cream, and a slushie. (Okay, I skipped the slushie — too sweet.) That last one explains the blue-ish tinge around the girls’ mouths in the next couple of pictures.
The zoo definitely has animals and features it didn’t when I lived in Erie.
Of course, Pap-pap buys blue gorilla dolls, so there you have it.
It was Roar on the Shore 2009, so we had to share State Street with about 5,000 bikers. And we went up that tower at the end of State Street — what is that called? — with the children, where I had a severe vertigo attack. Looking out at the horizon, I was fine. Looking down was not an option.
Quiet time was an absolute no-go back at the house.
Then we headed to the Cherry Festival in Northeast. I didn’t even know Northeast had a Cherry Festival.
I don’t remember being this busy as a kid.