As a born and raised B.C. girl who was only a short bus ride away from Playland, I’d like to pay tribute to the beloved wooden rollercoaster this B.C. Day long weekend.
The rickety rollercoaster turned 65 and I’ve ridden it nearly that many times over the years.
Playland’s wooden coaster was awesome. It always looked like it could fall apart at any minute and there was only this distant bar separating you from certain death as it takes you on a wild ride high into the sky, dropping you back down again to be whirled around in twists and turns.