I first heard about Flintstone’s Bedrock City a little over a year ago after reading an article that it was for sale. Believe me, if I had $2 million, I would buy this place and straight-up live there. You enter the park through a gift shop/diner (which, among other things, sells 5¢ coffee??) and, after wresting open a somewhat sticky door and navigating a small courtyard littered with broken beaks, find yourself in a bygone Oz from the ’70s. I may or may not have gasped out loud. Behold the glorious cement rainbow of my dreams!
“Hello? Hanna-Barbera? Yeah, I just wanted to call and thank you for inspiring heaven-on-earth.”
Betty Rubble has a great eye for interior design!
How hard would it be to knock down the shed in our backyard and build this in its place…
Pretty sure this ride has been down for awhile
You can barely see Dean sneaking into the beauty shop side. We’re all about unisex facilities over here. ;)
That crow! Top of his class.
Not pictured: my arms through the jail bars, like I’m Ol’ Dirty Blocks in the “Gravel Pit”
Good lord, this guy is terrifying though. Do NOT get arrested in this town.
I don’t like snakes… unless they’re giant, spiky and psychedelic. (Wish this was in our backyard too!)
Ach, Bedrock City. I hope you last forever!