While cruising Yakima, WA on a rainy Sunday morning, Sarah spotted something strange off in the distance. We skirted some fences around ground zero of the site of the old flea market to discover the remains of a McDonalds playland* out there on the outskirts of some sort of autonomous free-for-all zone of mobile homes and car hulks. Some treacherous sneaking across a decrepit boardwalk got us to the sad scene. We poked around a while before tripping the dreaded canine alarm. As we exited the zone, I noticed a lanky figure in a distant garage watching from underneath the shade of his trucker hat. I made sure to keep an eye on Sarah until we were safely past the fence.

* We believe these fixtures pre-date the horrific “PlayPlace” moniker