Deer Park

As my kids get older (i.e. old enough to sit still for a long car ride, pack their own bags, maintain intelligent conversations, not scream or pee in public, etc.) I’ve started to be nostalgic for places I loved as a kid. Last weekend we visited my parents on the Oregon Coast and made a day trip to West Coast Game Park Safari, or as I called it as a kid – Deer Park.

The last time I visited, my husband was carrying my oldest around in a backpack, so maybe 10 years ago? It hadn’t changed much from my childhood memories at that visit, and it still hasn’t.

You still see the same weathered signs (coastal air does that.)

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You still walk through the gift shop.

You still buy ice cream cones filled with deer and goat chow.

The free-ranging goats and assorted deer still single out the smallest children and knock the cones out of their hands as soon as you walk through the gate.

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The place is still lousy with peacocks and peahens.

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The animal enclosures are still charmingly rustic.

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You are still separated from huge beasts by mere wire and electric fence.

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And the best part – you still get to hold BABY ANIMALS. Gah!

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