Showing posts with label miniature trains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miniature trains. Show all posts

Monday, October 15, 2012

Putt-Putterin' Around: Golf N' Stuff

I guess if I could have the ultimate backyard of my cheesy, childhood dreams, it would look just like the one from "Out of Scale," one of my all-time favorite Donald Duck cartoons.

 
 "Out of Scale"

While not nearly as persnickety as Donald when it comes to exact scale, I just can't help but love miniatures.  The mountains and meadows, the landscapes and houses, the chipmunks setting up housekeeping in the little houses - I want it all.  All of it plus water features - don't forget the water features; water features are essential in creating the ideal the atmosphere of my dream backyard.  And topiaries.  A snack shack couldn't hurt either.  I guess what I really want is to live in a miniature golf course.  A miniature golf course with a train running through it.


For too long at wacky tacky, we have become so obsessed with finding and sharing beautiful bowling alleys, that we neglected all of the joy and wonder that can be found in and around their sisters-in-20th Century-novelty and leisure, miniature golf courses!  A few months back we decided to resolve the issue by venturing into a pretty spectacular local course, Golf N' Stuff, in Norwalk, CA.
 

I can't think of any other place on earth, aside from Las Vegas perhaps, where one could encounter an Arabian palace, a tiki hut, a bathing elephant, a castle, and a haunted house all within steps of each other.  Alright, alright, Disneyland has a bunch of that stuff too.  Aren't we lucky to live in a world of such wacky tacky abundance?!


Born in the 1910's, mini golf really reached the peak of its first wave of popularity in the madcap 1920's.  An era of unprecedented prosperity and abundant leisure time, golf became one of the decade's most popular sports.  At a time when people were finding novelty in everything and creating novelty where there was none before (flagpole sitting, marathon dancing, goldfish swallowing), miniature golf just seemed like a natural progression.

Early mini golfers at a fairly primitive course.
Dig that loop-the-loop!
(Source)

As evidenced by the above photo, early mini golf courses weren't nearly as fantastic as the courses that were yet to come.  I'm so glad a tradition of excess emerged and subsequently became the norm because my favorite part of the sport is less about the sport itself and more about the marvelous, themed structures that create a fantasy world of diminutive proportion.  Looking at all of these structures made me wonder which one I would choose to live in given the opportunity.  Which one would do you favor?

With its cascading waterfalls, towers, turrets, bridges, and fairy tale cachet,
 I have a feeling many would go for the castle...but not Mr. Tiny.

Many of you spooky, gothic types might opt for The Haunted Mansion...
Mr. Tiny is far too big a scaredy cat!

I have no idea what kind of "sole" would want to live in a shoe -
probably some heel.  Yep, stolen straight from I Love Lucy.

The lure of tropical romance and a simple South Seas
 lifestyle had me leaning towards the tiki hut.

And then I saw Santa's Workshop!
Who wouldn't want to live in a world of toys and all-you-can-eat gingerbread?
  Mr. Tiny, that's who!
  I can't even stand the bitter cold of Southern California winters.

Maybe it is because I never had a treehouse/fort of my own,
but given my druthers, I think I would choose the this 
jim-dandy of a lookout/hideaway.  Give me the simple life! 

Along with the lofty perspective, I'd get a "Bad Boy" dunce
of a dog and a two-way tin can telephone.

It's not just the buildings though, it is the horticulture as well.  

The play of scale just makes me happy.  It's like a giant's croquet course
with nary a sticky wicket in sight.

It's all about the water features!
There is something so calming and reassuring about moving water.

Sometimes golf course security doesn't realize that a blog is a valid
reason for climbing over barriers to get the perfect photo.
In my backyard, splashing will definitely be allowed!!!

I almost missed this incredible snake mosaic slithering around the landscape.

I know it wasn't presented as an option, but I think I could even make the
Brady Bunch-era snack bar my home.  Even though the 70's are in the
 hinterlands of wacky tacky-dom, it really makes us happy when things
 don't change - a snack bar time capsule!

I love getting unsolicited appreciation for existing lifestyle choices.
Since I couldn't find additional signage that read
"Thank you for snacking between meals," this one had to suffice.


King Putt, the reigning king of Golf N' Stuff...for now.
He looks like he would be easy to depose; I feel a coup coming on.

Golf N' Stuff Family Fun Center
10555 E Firestone Blvd
Norwalk, CA
(562)868-9956

www.golfnstuff.com

Do you have a particularly neat miniature golf course that you frequent?  What was your first mini golf experience?  Let us know!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Monday, March 21, 2011

All Aboard: Tiny Train Takeover!


From picnics, to musical events, to stargazing at the observatory, we have spent our fair share of time in Griffith Park.  Our intention has always been to visit the park's miniature trains.  After hearing from a friend who gave the train a review of the most glowing sort, we decided that the time had come and we set out on the first leg of our miniature railway journey.  We made our way up to Griffith Park and after many diversions and forks in the road we found just what we were looking for - the Los Feliz Passenger Station.  We bought our tickets, waited in line, took pictures, talked to the engineer and left parents in line wondering why were there (and why we were more excited than most of the kids).  In short, we thoroughly enjoyed our excursion.

Los Feliz Passenger Station, est. 1947
Our Engineer prepping for the round trip
The water tower and woodland birdbath
Snow White & The SIX Dwarves??
Sneezy called in sick.
Comin' round the bend
One of the many model buildings we passed on our excursion.
This one appears to be on the wrong side of the tracks.
Taking the curve nice and easy.
The Trestle Bridge
Wooo Woooo!
Entering the Tunnel
Trains & Tunnels!!
Griffith Gulch - gimme a break, the train was moving!
The natives were friendly
Boot Hill
There's always room for one more!
Mr. Tiny and The Engineer
Sounds like a great idea for a series - like a modern take on
Jake and the Fat Man with me, of course, playing Jake.

Somehow,  while still basking in the thrill of our railway ride, we discovered that this miniature train was the "wrong" miniature train.  Who knew that Griffith Park was home to more than one miniature train ride?  Our train was made up of individual cars similar to the ones used in Disneyland rides.  Apparently, the correct, and more interesting miniature train, is steam-operated, has cars that one must straddle and only operates on Sunday.  While somewhat disappointed that we didn't ride the trains that inspired Walt Disney and his gang, I am looking forward a follow up train trip.  Choo choo!!


The next station stop on our scenic railway journey was Goathill Junction in Costa Mesa.  This miniature, steam train is run by the Orange County Model Engineers, model train enthusiasts who convinced the City of Costa Mesa to allow them use of public parklands in exchange for free rides to anyone who wanted a trip.  Because the tracks run through the unguarded park, there are no model towns or miniatures along the way and, in turn, the atmosphere is a little less inspired than the trains in Griffith Park.  The beauty of nature had to suffice!  Our friend Paul of Liberty Motor Wear joined on us on this trip; next time, with a little more planning, we will live Paul's dream of using cap pistols to rob the train while riding Shetland ponies.

Steam engines
The reluctant engineer
There were more adults on our train than
kids which left us terrified of imminent derailment.
Under the bridge
Over the bridge
Round the bend
The lone building along the tracks
A scenic vista of Costa Mesa
Interestingly, Costa Mesa built a trestle bridge
that connects two areas of  the park across a major thoroughfare.
Frustratingly, the train does not cross that bridge!
DEAD END!!!
The OCME sponsors a gift shop and proceeds are
used to support the continued operation of the trains.
I bought a wooden train whistle - we all have to do our part!

My interest in trains and love of miniatures was definitely inspired by this cartoon.


Griffith Park & Southern Railroad
4400 Crystal Springs Dr.
Los Angeles, CA
(323)664-6903
www.griffithparktrainrides.com

Hours: Daily from 10 a.m. - 4:30 p.m.
Admission: $2.50

Goathill Junction Railroad at Fairview Park
Placentia Ave.
Costa Mesa, CA
(949)548-7246

Hours:  The third weekend of every month from 10 a.m. - 3 p.m.
Admission: FREE!!!!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny