Sunday means Geauga Lake

It's 5.54pm. We're in Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. Outside it is 95 degrees farenheit. In approximately 10 hours time, we will be at our desks. It is not a happy thought. However, we are comforted by happy memories of a long journey across the north-eastern corner of the US that finished today at Geauga Lake amusement park.

After the life-changing experiences of Cedar Point, we were expecting be disappointed by Geauga Lake. We felt much as Bill Clinton must do every day - that the pinnacle has been reached, that the summit has been climbed, that the celestial zenith has been touched but too early in life - all that remains for Bill Clinton is a life post-Presidency; all that remains for us is a life post-Cedar Point. But soon we were struck by a happy thought. Unlike Clinton, we can revisit the scene of our 'awakening' again and again. Today, we made plans to relocate to Sandusky, Ohio and let life begin once more.


Geauga Lake

Still, we must not forget Geauga Lake. It is a very commendable effort indeed. The opening ride of the day, 'X-Flight', showed us that we would not be too disappointed. A ride that takes place entirely lying down in a harness, X-Flight certainly made us regret that extra toast at breakfast following a series of dips and twists and loops. The rest of the park was equally satisfactory. Our last wooden ride of the tour, 'The Villain', was so quick that the train car came away from the tracks after one hair-raising plunge while simultaneously causing James to pull a rib muscle. For the true coaster pilgrim, these wounds are more badges of honour than inconveniences.


Our only "lay-down" experience: The X-Flight


An Urban Commando

Other rides were equally impressive. The negative G-force acheived at 'Dominator' have ensured that even at this late hour we are still to have our lunch while 'Double Loop' - a mid-1970s classic - caused most of our loose change to fall from our pockets giving us a second reason not to eat lunch. We are broke.


The entrance to the superb Dominator

We left the park at 3 satisfied with our final day and certain that we had done the gods of roller-coastering proud. A short drive in the truck that passed as our hire car and we found ourselves at the airport pondering what our inbox might bring us tomorrow morning....


The Tour of Duty comes to an end

Saturday: Cleveland

Following personal enlightenment at Cedar Point, we were in need of a haven, a peaceful place where we could reflect wisely on the wonders that we had seen. Cleveland, on the shores of Lake Erie, where no tourists have ever ventured seemed a perfect choice. We realised fairly early on that Cleveland is a weird city - we spent Friday night in a sports bar owned by the least likely sports bar owner after Mother Teresa, heavy metal rock star, Alice Cooper.

Our feelings that this was an odd town were confirmed the next day at breakfast in an excellent local diner where we were accosted by two Jehovah's Witnesses who were involved in spreading the good news to the deaf community. Our own thought is that Jehovah's Witnesses are slightly missing the point of Christianity by basing their beliefs on the LSD trip that is Revelations rather than the four gospels and possibly the Acts of the Apostles. But enough theology - all that need be said is that while they were involved with good works, our new friends' methods of finding new converts was unusual to say the least. Very simply it involved asking everyone they met in downtown Cleveland - waitresses, fellow breakfasters, passers by et al - if they knew any deaf people. As an opening conversational gambit it certainly grabs the attention...

We then walked through central Cleveland which was completely dead before heading to a suburban shopping mall where we found thousands of seemingly affluent Clevelanders. It made a very odd contrast with the souless and rather sad business district. At dinner we discovered from our chatty waitress why it is so dead. The steel industry that used to support Cleveland has relocated almost entirely to China while the local businesses have moved to the suburbs. Truly central Cleveland is just a ghost town.

Nevertheless, the ghostliness does not stop downtown Cleveland from having one of the finest steak houses we have ever eaten at and we consider ourselves connoisseurs. It was the last night of this epic odyssey and having driven over 900 miles in a week in pursuit of roller coaster excellence we though it only right to toast this acheivement with a dinner for champions. And in the US, this means eating steak. We did you all proud. James feasted on a 20oz Kansas City strip on the bone while George savoured at 18oz filet mignon. Washed down with a delightful 2002 Cabernet Savignon from the Napa Valley, we felt that we had celebrated the mysteries of the roller coaster in a befitting manner.

We retired therefore not only with severe indigestion but also wondering what Gueaga Lake, a younger brother of Cedar Point, just outside the city might have to offer for our last day.

Friday means Cedar Point

It is said that the early Christians would crawl from their homes to Calvary, the site of Jesus's crucifixition - no matter what the distance - to show their belief in the Lord and their reverence for this most holy of places. As we crossed the causeway from Sandusky to Cedar Point, the greatest amusement park in the world, we began to understand how the Pilgrims felt.


Welcome to nirvana! 

The day had begun propitiously. The McDonalds breakfast of Thursday seemed many moons ago as we sat down at Dianne's Diner and tucked into a hearty (and lunch disavowing) breakfast. We wondered whether we were making the right decision especially as we feasted on a Tepanyaki dinner the night before in the only food outlet in Sandusky that didn't demand its guests consume fries. So we left Dianne's pondering whether the power of 'Millennium Force' 'Top-Thrill Dragster' and 'Magnum XL 200' might force us to see our breakfasts once again...


In front of the awesome Millennium Force 

In short, we survived...but only just. We began at 'Millennium Force', the second tallest roller coaster in the world from the top of which customers are supposed to be able to see Canada. We did not see Canada as we were intent on our own survival. A near vertical drop of nearly 300ft tends to focus the mind and we came off the Force impressed and shaken by the sheer speed we had experienced. We then crossed to a wooden 1980's creation - Gemini - which although child's play at Cedar Point would have stood out at any other of the parks we have visited. A quick scan of the map and we were ready for 'Magnum XL 200' where we met fellow coaster enthusiast, Randall. Not only does Radall have resplendent facial hair but he is also the proud holder of the Magnum record having riden it 106 times in one day. Why, I am not sure.


George with Randall. Note the counter hanging off Randall's fanny pack, recording the number of times he has been on the Magnum XL 200 that day. It read "106" 

Randall also told us that he visited Cedar Point at least twice a week and drives to the resort from his home in central Ohio, two and a half hours away. Furthermore, it was 'Coastermania' day and he had been at the park since 4am and intended to stay until 1am. We know that many of you regard us as distinctly peculiar for having undertaken this Augean task of ours but when we met Randall we realised that in the pecularity stakes we have a long, long, way to go.

Incidentally, Magnum did not disappoint. A double drop from roughly 250ft and two outward spirals created a smooth and very fast ride which again proved the quality of Cedar Point. However, the best was yet to come.

Top-thrill Dragster is the most expensive roller coaster in the world. It cost $25m to build and last approximately 5 seconds. Accelerating to 120mph in under 2 seconds, the drag car then rises vertically up to 320ft and then descends, also vertically, while twisting before declerating through the use of high-intensity magnets. It is a ride like no other and is truly exhilerating. Every rider came off 'Top-thrill Dragster' beaming because of adrenaline while also (not forgetting that this is America) cheering and whooping as though at a football game. We have little hesitation in nominating this ride as the best of the week.


The Top Thrill Dragster. Taller than the Statue of Liberty 

We spent the rest of the day in a daze. 'Mantis', a twisting coaster on which riders stand up and 'Raptor', another twister which would have been a leading ride at any other park, simply fade into oblivion alongside the Dragster. We left Cedar Point late in the afternoon humbled by our experience. Sir Ernest Shackleton wrote at the end of his epic journey in the Antartic Ocean and across South Georgia that 'we had heard the text that nature renders; we had reached the naked soul of man.' As we buckled up and headed towards Cleveland, we thought of Sir Ernest and reckoned too that like him we had had a spiritual experience. Nothing would ever be the same again.


George is put in the stocks after being caught oggling 14 year old girls 

Thursday means Kennywood

Welcome to Kennywood! 

Thursday was a day of disappoinments. Having become all to used to fine eggs and bacon and some light toast with syrup for breakfast, we left our Holiday Inn on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, PA, sure that we would find a welcoming diner in the suburbof West Mifflin where we would also find our fourth park - Kennywood. We drove around for some time and were forced to take refuge at the Golden Arches. An unpopular and desperate choice but one we were forced to make - a theme park does not cater for breakfast. We also discovered one of many clues as to why so many Americans are obese: the healthy option at McDonalds, the apple and walnut salad, somehow contains 13gms of fat!


George ponders Phantom's Revenge 

Still, maybe Kennywood would lift our spirits. It was not to be. Kennywood is a local theme park with a couple of rides worthy of notice. And they are bold efforts. The designer used the steep cliffs above the Ohio river to create a couple of heart-stopping drops but these are small beer in a disappointing park which is in dire need of a revamp and general re-thinking. The management have made one attempt to modernise with the addition of 'Garfield's Nightmare' which is a puerile effort mainly for Garfield fans. Furthermore, our estimation of our fellow coaster enthusiasts took a dive at Kennywood. We had a nasty suspicion that it was incest day at the park as we seemed to be the only customers who were not offspring of a brother and a sister.


The root cause of obesity 

So we left Kennywood feeling downcast but our spirits were soon raised by three happy thoughts: retail therapy at Grove Park Outlet City (main puchases: timberland shoes, polo shirts, shorts from GAP), we were about to enter a new state and the fact that on Friday we would be visiting the grandaddy of them all, the greatest theme park in the world. Cedar Point, Sandusky, Ohio.


The day comes to an abrupt end after experiencing King Kahuna

Wednesday means Hershey Park

Welcome to Hersheypark! 

In England we have Bourneville, in the US they have Hershey. Everything in the town of Hershey is chocolate related - even the streets are unimaginatively named - Cocoa Drive leads onto Chocolate Avenue. This love of chocolate is even refelected in the lamposts which are topped with a Hershey Kiss design. At the heart of all this is the the Hershey factory and Hersheypark. Hersheypark was set up in 1909 by the philanthropist and chocolatier Milton Hershey as a place for relaxation for his employees. Clearly after his death, his trustees thought this was a rotten idea and set about creating a theme park rivaled by few in the US.


Hershey high street 

They succeeded. Hersheypark is an extraordinary roller coaster experience. Despite an ever-present chocolate theme (for example, as guests enter the park, they are serenaded by Sammy Davis Jr's 'Candyman'), the rides are magnificent. Following a substantial and magnificent (and lunch nullifiying) breakfast at the Hershey Pantry, we ventured into the park and were amazed. 'Storm Runner' contains not only an acceleration from 0-70 in under 2 seconds but also the only truly vertical drop that we have come across. The 'Great Bear' has spirals that turn the brain into Dairylea while the two wooden and thus old-fashioned rides - 'Wildcat' and 'Lightening Racer' - again confirm that being hurled around upside-down is not the only way to enjoy roller coasters. Of the first three parks that we have visited this week, Hersheypark is in a class of its own.


The awesome Great Bear 

We ought to add that Hersheypark is not a perfect example of altruism. The constant encouragement to purchase mountains of chocolate cannot be helping the general struggle against obesity - many of our fellow guests at Hersheypark had clearly spent a significant part of their lives consuming Hershey products. Truly this was tragic as so many of them were schoolchildren.

This afternoon we drove four hours along route 70 and are yet to leave the state of Pennsylvania. Instead, we are a mere 11 miles from Kennywood, tomorrow's destination, and having eaten half a cow between us for dinner, it is time to retire, replete, and also satisfied by the best day's coasting yet.


The haircut of the Gods