We packed so many things into The Wolf’s second to last day in town that it’s going to take three posts to cover it! Granted mostly photo heavy posts.
After The Wolf had read my post about taking my Gramps to the Carousel he could not leave town without riding it himself. I had work that morning, so we headed to the pier in the early evening. Making it just in time to ride the carousel, enjoy the vintage Soda Shop, and then pile on for the last ride of the evening.
After Gramps’ visit, I did some research on the carousel.
The carousel was built in the 1922 on the Pleasure Pier. I am happy to report that my Gramps was correct in his thinking that it was featured in “The Sting”(I think I inherited my love for movie trivia from him). In 1990, the carousel was moved inside the Hippodrome.
It has 44 hand painted horses.
And one Bunny.
The magical music is provided by a real working calliope.
Our first round on the carousel, I took the bunny, Gibby took the horse next to mine, and The Wolf rode a horse just behind us, and took control of my camera gifting me with these beautiful, if overly romantic shots of Gibby and I.
I regained control of my camera in time to get these “action” shot of The Wolf on his horse.
We then headed to Soda Jerks for shakes and to await last ride.
Soda Jerks moved into the Hippodrome in 2010 and is a wonderful ode to old fashioned soda shops and the memories of the owner’s grandfather.
It takes its cue from the carousel and is set to reflect the 1920’s, right down to the uniforms of crisp white shirts and pants and black belts, shoes and bow ties. All the fixtures are from the 20’s through the 40’s and the ambiance of siting at a marble counter on a bar stool with your shake, listening to the calliope and watching the carousel go round and round is enough to make any vintage lover misty eyed.
Not to mention how tasty the shakes are…
We finished our shakes just in time for last ride. The Wolf took the goat, Gibby the horse beside him, and I took a horse just in front of them for some more photographs. Can you blame me?
As the carousel was winding down, one of the operators hopped on and asked me about why the last ride was so important to me. She remembered me from when we brought Gramps. I told her about Grandma and Gramps always riding the carousel in whatever town they were in and how after I had taken Gramps on this carousel I decided it should be a tradition for me too. And what better way to make a tradition your own than to make sure you catch the last ride of the day? She smiled, and said I and my family and friends were welcome any time. Apparently, the sight of grown “adults” laughing and joking and singing on a carousel is something they don’t see every day…
How very disappointing.
We left the carousel just as they started locking the doors and headed to the beach to catch the sunset and some waves.