Like some sort of religious zealot, Lance must make an annual pilgrimage to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, home to Dolly Parton’s eponymous amusement park. On our previous visit, we bought season passes, good from the holiday season of 2012 through the end of 2013; given that the season pass price was only ~$30 more than a 1-day ticket, we took a gamble, figuring we’d definitely be back in 2013.
Yet the close of 2013 was rapidly approaching, and we hadn’t once set foot on Wild Eagle OR Blazing Fury. Decisions had to be made.
We again decided to visit Dollywood during the park’s annual Smoky Mountain Christmas. The weather is cool in Tennessee that time of year and Dollywood is literally wrapped to the nines in Christmas lights. Dollywood, not surprisingly in a Southern state, also runs a fair split of Christian and secular holiday shows, which is kinda charming, if you don’t think too much of the “organized Christianity’s long history of discrimination against gays” thing.
Now, Dollywood is a TREK from Philadelphia. It’s not really economical to fly (PHL-Knoxville is like $450 round-trip per person during this time of year), and while the drive is scenic, it takes 11+ hours. ELEVEN HOURS. Sweet lord. Driving that in a Ford Fiesta too, while great on gas mileage, will make you go stir crazy. No amount of Hardee’s Thickburgers can make it bearable. I was kinda hoping that this trip would get me out of having to visit Dollywood for at least another 18 months. It was just too much time in the car to ask of someone…
We arrived in Pigeon Forge on Saturday night, with just a few hours left before the park closed for the night. The place was jam-packed with thousands of locals there to catch the holiday parade; after spending a half-hour just getting from our parking spot to the gate, we shimmied our way to the back of the park for the terrific Mystery Mine and Wild Eagle coasters.
On Sundays during the holiday season, the park doesn’t open until 2:00pm. Still, we felt like seven hours in Dollywood justified the drive, so we spent the morning taking a scenic drive through the Smoky Mountain National Park, which we’d never done before.
On the way up a mountain, we saw a bunch of pick-up trucks (of course) pulled over. City-slick gawkers that we are, we rubbernecked only to find…A BEAR. And not the kinda bears us urbanites are used to…HEY-O!
Yup, just a cub hanging out in the trees near the side of the road. Lance and I both speculated that this could’ve been some elaborate trap by the bear family to lure in stupid tourists. We felt like we were in a good position, though, since most of the other spectators were significantly…larger and most likely slower than us. (This is what happens when you have dozens of pancake restaurants in your town.)
Unfortunately, with the afternoon came rain, and right as we were in line waiting to be let in to Dollywood, it started to drizzle. And didn’t stop all afternoon.
6:00pm rolled around, just four hours into park operation for the day, and ropes started going up in front of ride queues. We were soaked, but we were committed to getting the most out of this season pass which we’d only used twice.
“Is the park closing?” I asked a Dollywood employee. It was supposed to stay open for another three hours.
“Yup, bad weather coming this way,” she said.
So Dollywood management just decided to shut down the park early. We looked at the forecast, and the weather was not anticipated to get any worse than it had been all day. Lance and I figured that it was probably related to the very light crowd in the park all day–it wasn’t cost-effective to leave the park open for maybe 100 guests.
Lance was obviously disappointed–Dollywood is practically his second home (aside from Bath & Body Works…and Pei Wei…and Target…). I was disappointed because we’d spent 11 hours in the car the day before to get here and only got six total hours in the park. I was on the verge of breaking down into tears thinking that all that driving was for naught.
On the way out of the park, I made sure to visit Guest Relations. “They’re going to make this right, dammit!” I said, though I didn’t know how much of a case we’d have as season passholders who just happened not to have used their season passes all year.
“Well, we can offer you essentially a rain check pass to come back during the 2014 year,” the Guest Relationships rep told us. We took it.
So now we basically HAVE to go back to Dollywood in 2014 in order to take advantage of our free passes (I’m not one to easily pass up a good deal.) Which means another 22+ hour roundtrip commute to eastern Tennessee.