A small cadre of grade-schoolers, aged maybe 10 or 11, shuffle through the maze of a roller coaster line, bouncing off each other like playground balls toward the entry gate for the first car. It’s a Saturday in early summer but the line is basically empty—the kids could climb on the very next go-round of Timberhawk: Ride of Prey if they wanted to. But they are unconcerned as they wait a few laps to get an unobstructed view, then toss their ball caps and sunglasses to the opposite platform while boarding to be picked up after.
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