On a sticky Mid-Atlantic summer afternoon, theres nothing quite like the first clack-clack-clack of a coaster chain lift. You can feel the whole train tense as the skyline drops away, the Chesapeake haze on the horizon, and for a split second its just you,

On a hot Mid-Atlantic afternoon, theres nothing quite like the hiss of a coaster launching out of the station, the clang of a chain lift, and the chorus of screams drifting over the treeline. Baltimore might be a harbor town first, but if youre a ride junk

On a humid Mid-Atlantic summer night, theres nothing quite like stepping off a looping coaster with your ears still ringing, your hair a mess, and powdered sugar from funnel cake dusted down your shirt. The midway lights are pulsing, kids are clutching stu